This is a song about "Fiend"

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Talk money when you're in poverty, you grip and fiend,

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

She fiend for yeezy, you know my speakers go hammer

Not only had the fiend died

Wino might find yo' sight

Nothing but another fiend, till i fucked up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Thanks to me your a drug fiend and going insane