This is a song about "Cocaine butcher and guns"

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

What up girl, tell me how you been

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

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

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

And i lost a couple over crack cocaine

And sniff train tracks of cocaine watch how the world swirls

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Time after time, again and again

On cocaine to try and cover up her pain