This is a song about "Cocaine butcher and guns"

Give rap cpr n cocaine, and alive came the game

I turned into something they never became

And get on down with this thc vision

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Im starting to see guns and knives

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Couch. he reached in and pulled out a little baggie and this is where the cocaine

If i sent my dad letters

And my guns are directors

I keep my money neat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

She likes the way it hits her lips

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens