This is a song about "Murder drugs money corruption"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Bonding over our love for drugs

Im sick and tired of all this corruption

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

We brainwashed into slavery for more corruption

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Youre an obstruction, complete dysfuction made from -corruption