This is a song about "Fiend"

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

The fiend of a microphone, i'm the microphone fiend

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Nothing but another fiend, till i fucked up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

But i wasn't a fiend, maybe just like once monthly

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

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

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

As prolific and as active as can be, fiend, abuse it,