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

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

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

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

Are crazier than a skitzo on meth driving his humvee.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The jiggas and the tips

These fuckin hopeless slits

If skill was health you'd be on coke

The street slang i be speakin in code

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

But you the one on crystal meth, bitch my rhymes are limitless