This is a song about "Smoking meth"

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Smoking meth, weed and popping pills at the same time

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Smoking sticky fixtures

Talking of the gods you serve

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Animal instinct like hannibal lecter on crystal meth hits,

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

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

Me and kid kick it wild back and forth like red and meth,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

They don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope