This is a song about "Making drugs with kye"

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

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

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Killing with words and making your mind longer

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I'm the nigga with the homies that be sellin' drugs

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Then ya panicked making sure everyone was okay with you.