This is a song about "Mum why choose drugs over your own kids"

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

So slim davy please call up your mum

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

I can see your lips move but i will rather choose

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Thats why your girl jerk me off,bent me over told me cough,

My time with their half-witted reviews

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Why? cause we're taking over,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her