This is a song about "These slits on coke n meth"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Sniffing up the coke, but its the bar weed am on/

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Look the hustle flows regardless of these dudes hustles n' flows

Thank god i was smokin' crack all day and doped up on coke and smack

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Are crazier than a skitzo on meth driving his humvee.

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Around kids. these fuckin hopeless slits on my wrists arnt doing anything why

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

I'm not even on coke and i spray rhymes

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Animal instinct like hannibal lecter on crystal meth hits,

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less