This is a song about "Fiends"

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

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

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

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

Robbings on the streets when the freaks creep when we sleep, glock toking fiends

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Fiends high as a kite, coke whiter than that captain kirk

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

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot