This is a song about "Matin the vein"

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Insane like ed gein, putting dope in the vein, by the bundles.

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Cos i ain't working all night in god damn vein

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Who crippled legs with a stifled vein, kids, don't simulate

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Now hey little mama

I bring the heat like the

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Metaphor, chilling with better whores