This is a song about "Must fix"

Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

In there she stares ya down for her next fix

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

I need my rap fix, like a nympho needs the dick.

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

It's all good, finna dog that

I cant fix i cant glue it

You do realize that your make up will not fix your stupidity.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

But you know me , all i do is get my fix

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Evicted from eden his seed stealing a fix

I walk around understanding the politics

This world is sick and these voices i can never fix.