This is a song about "So dope"

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

We're fanatics, unplugged sounds, dope and so tragic,

So hwere roll this so you can smoke dope

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

You should lock me up for being so dope with a flow so cold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I put it down your throat

You choke, can't blame you i'm so dope

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Man, if i'd've known living alone was so dope,

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

So i will smoke dope , loading bowel after bowel.

My whip so dope boy it's crack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Though it takes time to build a body and a mind

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind