This is a song about "Use to it"

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

I sapose they get use to it

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

And use it all to get high on the medical herbs

I sapose they get use to it

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Can i use it to see things clear? can it wash away the fear?

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I spill the blood of rappers and use weezy dreads to soak it up

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

It seems like the police department loves but forgot how to use it,

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Cause i use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Cause i use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme