This is a song about "Life in cfs they treat me like shit and get away with it"

Is it because when i get in altercation with a racist they call me haitian.

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Don't weep, kickback and consider it a treat.

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

I feel it in my veins like blood ecstasy and life

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

All you did was use me and treat me like a toy,

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

I treat just like my dog so go ahead and get tamed

See if i get away with it now

Will somebody please show me how

You could get away with it, try again

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Fuck with me you'll get smacked, get the weed and shit packed

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast