This is a song about "Crack fiend poppysocker"

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

When i'm fiending for a microphone, i'm the microphone fiend...

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Yo i'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend, y'all motherfuckers get yo act clean,

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Another fiend who quit believing, another demon, just

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Sneak up on attack

For what for cookin crack