This is a song about "Getting in and out of drugs"

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Until you harness the skill of getting out of harm's nest

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Until you harness the skill of getting out of harm's nest

Stressed out and hurtin, getting more paranoid

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Pack that shit up put in baggies, wholesale drugs fedex and ups

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Walkin in and out of that sliding door