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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

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

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

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

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

This racism shit makes me want to slit my wrists

I get approached by animal activists

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

As i light one for ill will

Shit i'll admit that i'm ill

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

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