This is a song about "Drugs are good"

Can't win with a passive attack

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Are so good while yours are mold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Acting like you’re so hood, but your raps are no good,

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

And hope i don't need good drugs to relax,

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Hellaway can suck my dick, his bars are no good

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

When deep inside drugs are the only appearance, 10 a g, you're dealers

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups