This is a song about "Selling meth"

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

My god come before this bread

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Its like selling the devil your soul

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal