This is a song about "Addiction"

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

To feed an addiction

Through thick and thin

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Heard voices in my head but it calmed my addiction.

But i'm hidden in addiction

So if it comes down, may the best man win

An addition with addiction leads to evictions and questions

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

Became a crutch of mine, addiction, hip hop religion,

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Influenced by others, i slowly became them, truancy became an addiction,

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Just like i did with addiction i'm 'bout to kick it

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit