This is a song about "Drugs guns machete ache weed hear kill ill shit slit oranges syringes"

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

I reminisced bout shit i missed then i slit my wrist,

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

I'm not keeping shit real, bag you like weed,

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Wrecking with ill skill,my rhymes are like diseases they slowly kill.

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Slit arms from the pits, leave a bit attached so i can tear to hear it rip

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

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

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts