This is a song about "Straight"

Snortin straight off your tushy now i'm straight fucked

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Straight out of rap's fittest camps

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

I'll scare you motherfuckers straight

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Damn let me get my head straight

Of course they all hate

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Maybe your grave,or your tombstone standin straight

Baby, you know who you are

I'll use a straight razor

I'm doing the same thing

We're goin' straight to the ending