This is a song about "Crack fiend poppysocker"

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

But i wasn't a fiend, maybe just like once monthly

At your best you might

Not only had the fiend died

All of us will eventually crack.

When that money calls i holla back

And im still mean rappin gets me high like a true fiend

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Talk money when you're in poverty, you grip and fiend,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I get a craving like i fiend for nicotine