This is a song about "War and violence"

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

To the violence, drinking, smoking, and all the hate

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

I dropped another classic

The final war of the whack and sick

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

My mind's all swirled and i feel like i'm at war

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips