This is a song about "Fiend death die meth crack drugs hate cry pain"

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I felt like i needed to die my own death,

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Or maybe i'll just watch us distribute drugs and lace the crack,

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Cypher is to die for, haters can cry more... bitches.

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

I hate when thugs die, so i let out a smug cry,

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

By a rope tied up, never gonna cry or die

Pain n drugs leavin our brains to rot

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block