This is a song about "Meth"

Vice versa, eyes blue and hair blonde from the meth i did,

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

But you the one on crystal meth, bitch my rhymes are limitless

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

You're like meth to my rhymes i give you

The boa know they loving the crew

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Raps coldest and potent if you noticed the dosage of meth

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

Been running around trying find a job

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Are crazier than a skitzo on meth driving his humvee.