This is a song about "Clones meth skeletons microwave"

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I'll make you deaf with my musical meth

I just told them you looked at that reflective microwave

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

I've got skeletons in my closet but now there just hanging. death

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

Kick back and know yo son set