This is a song about "Violence"

And hip-hop’s positive messages like stop the violence,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

When i get stressed i just show violence

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I spit that 1980 pryor, that l.a. '92 violence/

I go through phases of violence

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

So here i am at the store for some chips

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

My blade hungers for an end to its lonliness of violence

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy