This is a song about "Unkle on the needle puts it in his arm"

He catches her and puts her arm around her to the bathroom,

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

- his re-up on the dope made him broke.. i'm sellin it

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

That puts that smile on my face

Looking for them better days

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

It annoys me to the point of clawing arm and bone to reach a mental zone

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

Assumed stories of his suburbia life, when in fact the boy stayed on his grind

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Where's all the paparazzi? hair on my arm raisin like my pops was a nazi

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see