This is a song about "Cyanide"

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

Take you by the fireside and choke you with cyanide

Pour a lot of cyanide

That's how we make it right

Swear i fume straight cyanide

Whether you wrong or you right

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Or poisioned from cyanide.

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

I fear not death before its my time i'm liquid cyanide,

Try to hide, you'll bite the meth and cyanide and fight to death,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Passing out cyanide samples, i'll down a whole gallon

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Did someone slip me fucking cyanide?

Hey baby girl what it look like