This is a song about "Don t pick your nose and get more food"

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

My lines pick me up more green than an addict’s nose,

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

I get back up and strange voices pick on me

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

My gold rollie tell time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!