This is a song about "Cocaine butcher and guns"

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

And sniff train tracks of cocaine watch how the world swirls

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Laced the weed with cocaine, and now i rock chronic,

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Guess they ran out of options

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns