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

What, is it served fresh with fries and a coke on the side?

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

I live on the beach and these kids outside and they playin n da heat

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

Are crazier than a skitzo on meth driving his humvee.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Im doper then dopamine,overdosing on coke and beans

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Smokin' bowls of dope, but still these heads will choke and coke,

And i can get em all without lots of effort

These explicit n illicit raps you heard

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

Regular girl, celebrity dreams