This is a song about "Steroid junkies"

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Walmart brand for me until i sold to the junkies

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

I'm from salisbury, where the junkies and whores be

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

They'd tell you i'm some bipolar, steroid user

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Smoke weed then cough again. get higher then junkies in the pen.

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Tryin not to feel hative as i sob, lobbin shit at me like fuckin monkeys, damn junkies,