This is a song about "An overdoser"

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

So the ones eye has freak don't run

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

I say what my mind speak

An immortal technique

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

I write rhymes an you know that i don’t need an excuse,

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

You gotta let these shits go, man

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Just an alert of an amber