This is a song about "Making drugs with kye"

(ball so hard) bitch, behave, just might let you meet 'ye

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Killing with words and making your mind longer

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Its all bout music with stunning words and making you my minion

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Making whack rappers react with the sneezing

I come from a city with more drugs than a evidence locker

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer