This is a song about "Logan the fuckhead"

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Where the fuck the chorus

On the slow jam of love

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

The more battles the better the flows

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Saw the bombs on the news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Logan i've become so numb to what you've said

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck