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

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

When he thought he could do this was he on coke

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Acting like you smoking crack, are y'all on coke and smack,

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

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

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

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

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

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

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