This is a song about "Cartel 13"

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

The cartel, the medellin, the metal's on your medal then...

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Like a fashion cartel,

Don't you leave a seed in there

So you can envision magician ammunition

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Kamikaze pilot except i always eject

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

My dick eatin 5 star yo shit eatin from the trash

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors