This is a song about "People dying from drugs"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Free myself from the people around me.

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

People dying all day homicide suicide its just the role of life,

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

People always dying in the hood, stood

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Like a transformation from drugs to employed placement

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

I come from a city with more drugs than a evidence locker

You people better believe i'm far from finished

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those