This is a song about "Smoking meth"

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Vice versa, eyes blue and hair blonde from the meth i did,

Ill give you a fast death look like the crack meth

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Yo we're goin' back with forth with the flow like red and meth,

Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Smoking sticky fixtures

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes