This is a song about "Looking for a meth fiend"

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Malcolm x, by any means

I'm looking for a hiding station and my heart is racing

And if you got money man the head is amazing

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

When i'm fiending for a microphone, i'm the microphone fiend...

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'm looking for a battle you're tempo's a rattle

Looking for a purpose

Hop off the bus

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect