This is a song about "Getting out of drugs"

Yo getting sick of your shit, knock it out,

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

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

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Yea,i'm that guy trying to rhyme keeps getting abit out of line

I told him get his 9 and run

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

And think that selling drugs is the only real way out,