This is a song about "Guns drugs gas dead horses of war"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Jump into the car to peel out of the gas station

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Or classic misdirection it's a collection of weapons of war

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Welcome to hell's plot, the war on drugs prevail not

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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