This is a song about "Who started it me him or him"

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Each choice either leave him lethal or enfeebled

It never seemed to bother him

I love all the inspiration

Fuck it this kid is blind, amazing grace can't even save him,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

When you were lower class, wonderin' who pays him next,

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him

In fact, what i did made me no better than him.

Everybody finger point in your direction

I started crying and freaking out at him, fuck you i said

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

She all on my skin

In fact it was fuck him