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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

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

On top, a former cop was shot with a coke snorters glock

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

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

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

When he thought he could do this was he on coke

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Thank god i was smokin' crack all day and doped up on coke and smack

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Im doper then dopamine,overdosing on coke and beans