This is a song about "Death by drugs"

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Bonding over our love for drugs

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

I'll prove it with one hand by beating you to death with a spatula.

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

Carefree i don’t need the stress

What you getting is death

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Death maps, in a lion's sense, alliances, are made by riff-raff,