text: You can take some of your lyrics as, you know, youll understand when Im dead. I mean, these disturbed kids can take these lyrics and say, You know when Im dead, everybodys going to know me.
  Well, I think thats a very valid point, and I think that, um... thats a reflection of a— not necessarily this program, but of television in general. If you die and enough people are watching, then you become a martyr, you become a hero, you become well-known. So when you have things like Columbine and you have these kids that are angry and they have something to say and no ones listening, the media sends a message that if you do something loud enough and it gets our attention, then you will be famous for it. Those kids ended up on the cover of Time Magazine, the media gave them exactly what they wanted
  Im that nigga, man
  He dont want no one-on-one 
  He grab that gun, equipped with the clip, my son
  What happened to a fist fight? Really with the shit
  If a nigga pull up on me, might shoot a nigga dick right off, and
  Niggas often kissing coffins cause their brothers steady barking
  At the system, like their bitch at the apartment, but
  This Glock I trust
  This motherfucking Glock I...
  This Glock, bitch, I fucking trust
  This blunt, bitch, I fucking trust
  My bitch, Ion fucking trust
  Might lose my mind for fucking trust
  This Glock, bitch, I fucking trust
  This blunt, bitch, I fucking trust
  My bitch, Ion fucking trust
  Might lose my mind for fucking tru— 
  So why they lock my Aunty son up?
  Might storm the fucking station with my motherfucking gun up
  All accusations what they sum up
  They locking niggas over young bitches wanting a nut bust
  She popped that pussy, she was fifteen
  If she can open up her legs, then she old enough to get dick, see
  Because her parents want to flip, see
  They flipped the script, got a nigga locked up, some bitch shit
  This Glock, bitch, I fucking trust
  My bitch, Ion fucking trust
  This Glock, bitch, I fucking trust
  My bitch, Ion fucking trust
  This Glock, bitch, I fucking trust
  My bitch, Ion fucking trust
  This Glock, bitch, I fucking trust
  My bitch, Ion fucking trust my—
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
  Yes, fuck X, man