This is a song about "Junkies"

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Tatted delirious junkies

Smoke weed then cough again. get higher then junkies in the pen.

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Tryin not to feel hative as i sob, lobbin shit at me like fuckin monkeys, damn junkies,

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Walmart brand for me until i sold to the junkies

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I'm from salisbury, where the junkies and whores be

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

30 chains on, bet the light work