This is a song about "Dark path of drugs"

Not drugs but the coin of course

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Ha, in your loophole though

I took the path of a psycho

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

If its not couture, i will not go to her

The roadrunner follows the path of no other

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

This leading path of action gotta me feeling kinda trapped

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and