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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

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

Call this shit the meal kill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Now it's time to eat

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

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

Checked for my machete yeah i got this opened the door guess what saw shit

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

This ill shit will kill quick it's no incident

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high