This is a song about "Austin combs smokes meth"

Carefree i don’t need the stress

I'll make you deaf with my musical meth

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

Since i was left with no hope

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

And i'm a just take another guess

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Raps coldest and potent if you noticed the dosage of meth

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings