This is a song about "Buzz killer"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

While i be blowing buzz, you be blowing your bloody nose, bitch

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

And if we had missed that fucking bus, it would not have been worth the buzz

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Let the radiation, set in, i'm gettin, a buzz,

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

I'm the seven six was afraid of, gone nuts, gotta little buzz,

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

See, i like the person that you are

What, what ... project shit what

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

Like we were the bees of the buzz

But it's still cool just to dream man because