This is a song about "Fiends"

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Fiends of classic hip hop with a massive

3 or 4 times a day, do codeine and are dope fiends,

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Turn innocents to fiends, look at the monster you've become

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

The fiends supply the shady

And its simple as that baby

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,