This is a song about "Humvee flow beats drug dealers"

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

The drug dealers hit the street running the pavement.

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Or fade to white; new favorite drug?

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Here the dealers of hate await

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Are crazier than a skitzo on meth driving his humvee.

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Dealers walkin’ a tightwire in the public housing projects,

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,