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

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

These fuckin hopeless slits

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Shut up sluts! and ride on my skateboard!

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

Animal instinct like hannibal lecter on crystal meth hits,

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

I'm not even on coke and i spray rhymes

Bring the battering ram where you live

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

After them sluts are thrashed call the next few up and bring em while these are leaving

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

I guess you'd probably choke on a cup of coke

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope