This is a song about "Users"

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

You ain't the reason why they came like the fries at hooters

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

Cause i'm back again, rappad's freddy kruger, begetting lasting death to users

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

See when i write rhymes on here, i'm the coolest of users,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

If you even noticed/drugs affect users and people closest

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink