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

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

These explicit n illicit raps you heard

Look, i tried to call it quits

These fuckin hopeless slits

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

It's so hot when cookin' up the coke rock on stove top,

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

These pigs are frickin' sippin' on liquor, fillin' their greed, gettin' bigger n' bitter

Animal instinct like hannibal lecter on crystal meth hits,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

When he thought he could do this was he on coke

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat