Camron has a catalog of "disturbing lyrics":
fukked up his juggle, he couldn't hustle right
Shoulda came for a loan, you know that scrilla's like
But what's ill tonight, Killa gotta kill his wife
Yup, address her homey, won't say he left her lonely
Seen some transactions, don't need a testimony
And I'm no punk, I pump lead b*stard
When I dump, you'll get bumped, yeah them bunkbed caskets
And a brother just smiled, I just got him a ditch
Another motherless child, cuz they father's a snitch
i'm sorry father
Let me go head and tell
How I really want to be old in a cell
See my two year old nephew
I swear I was holding him well
Til he cried, and he cried, and he cried
I had to scold him and yell
Ya know one thing led to another
I said oh what the hell
Then I threw him against the wall
His parents I told them he fell
that's why I'm going to hell
This shyt ain't going that well