This is a song about "Stephen curry fucking bitches killing niggas russell wilson drugs drugdealing hoes"

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news