This is a song about "Lyrically on drugs"

Always on point taking drugs in interval

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

I'm full of smoke and drugs, blood always smeared on my rug, building up an

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

Drugs, and ass,haters dont phase my hearts on everlast!!

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

I'll willingly body them lyrically and carry on my winning spree

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Roslanskeet is making history, killing you bitches lyrically,

I don't give a fuck whether or not my uncles on drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Welcome to hell's plot, the war on drugs prevail not