This is a song about "Drug rugs"

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,

And she stripping, go to college

Then going on a drug binge

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

My block, that's right! heh

She's flawless like some uncut ice

Crackhead on drug supplies

// abstract written about drug addicts

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Shes addicted to me, like im her drug

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup