This is a song about "Getting away from drugs"

Away from bein an alcoholic,

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

I come from a city with more drugs than a evidence locker

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

Might blow your mind, from miles away

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away

And it begins to phase him more each day

Getting high today and feel like i wanna fly away

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Away from this sucker and his nonsensical rhymes,

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

I'da ran away from home years ago,

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

I cant stand to be away from you