This is a song about "Sluts meth n weed"

I call it speaking tongues

Two fucks aint given to a few sluts.

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

I asked the sluts who was better

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

Cut class and rap fast, grab ass while smacking sluts

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth