This is a song about "Weed crack shooting niggas up in a trap house xcesty"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Hang ya up like a fag, hag, crack flag

Cause the niggas i grew up wit' wanna see me in a beam

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

You know, work that

Get caught in my mouse trap

I seen a lot of niggas change over weed and lean,

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Am i sick ?cause i'm addicted to get spliftedwatch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted

I'll bring a thunderous storm and trap you in it till you reach your limit

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

So she loving me, got a house up vagas,(where it ought

Get off a key like i can’t sing

You're in another crack house drinking,