This is a song about "Ohh about the meth"

Interrogate about the dro when payrolls joked about

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Plus the broad band’s always slow and your like “ohh, has it loaded yet”

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

And i ain't about to throw it all away so i can give it up (ohh)

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Vimy ridge. uhh ohh. the germ's got 30 to 45,000 men. oh that's cute.

They at the same spot they making no progress

I'll make you deaf with my musical meth

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

And if you'll see me with meth

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Vice versa, eyes blue and hair blonde from the meth i did,