This is a song about "Me and the homies doing meth"

Not doing this for the people, but for me and jesus christ

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Raps coldest and potent if you noticed the dosage of meth

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

Mic me up and invite me into your home, you're doing the right thing

Now we're goin' back and forth with the flow like meth and red,

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Me and kid kick it wild back and forth like red and meth,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Try to hide, you'll bite the meth and cyanide and fight to death,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less