This is a song about "Suspision of drugs"

It must of been drugs, or silly distractions

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Not just the oxy but drugs of all description

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

I put these poems all in these songs

Not drugs but the coin of course

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs