This is a song about "Kodys meth"

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

I can taste the salt from my tears

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

You're like meth to my rhymes i give you

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Ecstacy, #oxy, a bit of weed mixed with meth that'll be #alright,

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

But you the one on crystal meth, bitch my rhymes are limitless

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Are crazier than a skitzo on meth driving his humvee.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she