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

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

Show em how low can you go, till overdosed on your coke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Im doper then dopamine,overdosing on coke and beans

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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

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

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

I'm not even on coke and i spray rhymes

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

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Been running around trying find a job

Fuck with sluts bad, ballin like i'm on the pistons

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips