This is a song about "Drugs and shooting"

You don't want to be shooting for something, and them hold you back and they stand resented...

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

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

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,