This is a song about "My chemical roma"

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Here to give you, a medical bill, plan to spit chemical spill

Started off on thin ice

See my pain through my eyes,

[c] can i concentrate on creatin' chemical connections you're cravin?

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

Grab my knife and my gun

Yeah bitch this date's done

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

So lets get drunk on it's chemical burns

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Ahh, me so horny

These my rhymes and my story