This is a song about "Selling meth"

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I shed so many tears

And if you'll see me with meth

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Raps coldest and potent if you noticed the dosage of meth

I can taste the salt from my tears

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

Been running around trying find a job