This is a song about "My addiction to a children s cartoon"

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

And bijies like im out and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Slice ya in half like a cartoon

This prison has withered the children in need to be filled with a dinner, you see?

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

It's hard trying to lose a drug or drinking addiction

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,