This is a song about "Beth got std"

I got that powder, i got that white

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

The memories we've got,

Like a fiend off the best rock

I know you just doing your job

I don't wanna leave the house i got

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

But then shit got worse i got colder never cried

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

You got fired i got promoted

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

I got my drink, i got my music