This is a song about "Fesh pince of blair"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

But that was only one time

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And she would do anything for everything

But i guess that shit's just tough love

The things im most scared of

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Cause america the terror of,

All we need is convienient love