This is a song about "I m a druglord"

M and z collapsed into a void stretchin infinite directions

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

We was high school peers, in junior high

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,