This is a song about "Preach cypher dope shit slobs folks six point star"

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

That white trash traffic and gridlock, shit happened like a six blocks

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

I make dope raps. dats the shit i produced.

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Yo conscious shit makin me fall six feet deep/

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

My flow is cold, you know it's dope, oh, shit, maybe not,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

My dick eatin 5 star yo shit eatin from the trash

Dope as shit and he knows it, a soldier, they're so proud,

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

Innocuous most of the time unless you slobs wanna pop some shit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

I wished on a star that shit wasnt hard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp