This is a song about "The oscars"

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

As the king upon the throne

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Cause after all the lights and screams

Thinkin of the the dreams

Saw the bombs on the news

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke