This is a song about "Being paranoid of john jess and cooked on the meth"

Raps coldest and potent if you noticed the dosage of meth

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

I can't correlate the weight of being served on a cold plate,

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Yo we're goin' back with forth with the flow like red and meth,

Stressed out and hurtin, getting more paranoid

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Like the idea of miley's bear being "cute and cuddly".

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

I glide with peace the essence of heaven is cooked up meat

Im tired of being slepted on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb