This is a song about "Gang and drugs and people dying and never getting caught"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Come and test, if i'm the best, and everybody's dying

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

People are getting sick and tired of just hearing me sick it,

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

And you just caught the fever

I ain't talkative neither

The jiggas and the tips

Gang banging with bloods and crips

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Conquered and came, you think you winnin' cuz you never caught sinnin' but you ruinin' your