This is a song about "Making drugs with kye"

Who only care about chilling with a blunt and making a mil/

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Just with myself i thought of making art i'd be a painter,

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Her only family was drugs, her future met with half shrugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Then ya panicked making sure everyone was okay with you.

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

With funds, im really sicka the drugs i mean im truly addicted

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit