This is a song about "Chillin and shit pour crystal into my cup them hoes trippin light up cigarette"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Played with peoples lives i'll light a cigarette and flick it at you take a picture of your

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Pour it all up and i watch it spill slow

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Be quite while i light this cigarette

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Off of the third blunt i burnt up with my purp cup,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Trippin hard as fuck all up and down these walls

My father was missing, war lord oliver north