This is a song about "The all american addiction"

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

To wasting afflicted by the curse of addiction to security an pension

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

The poison modifying her stream for a quicker addiction

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

Your addiction and your father, yeah i'll take it all away

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

To feed an addiction

Lies, tangled with fiction

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Its a new edition, an addiction

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction

Instead having a bad addiction