This is a song about "Birthing addicts"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Staying hotter than an addicts hits, and smarter than atticus,

I'm an ironic life instructor, make addicts out of people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

Im a drug you addicted to me like crack addicts

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And your neighborhood is infested with sluts and crack addicts,

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Do pot, now i'm birthing berserk,

Black magic crack addicts, better wear a flak jacket,

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick