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

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Bitch i do it from the over to the kill thats ill

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

Guns because they shoot at anything dats near and all you'll hear

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Real shit, twisted and sick feel me bitch? ill kill ya quick im itchin to put

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

My city cold so you hear guns shoot when ima alone,

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Shit i'll admit that i'm ill

Lower than this, tired of shit, just wanted to slit

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Ever think why people fucking slit there wrists and shit

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Cause my mother let me do what i want