This is a song about "Why drugs are bad"

Why are there even assassinations?

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

This is why her nigga mad

Why you treat them so bad

Baby, you got that super bass

Drugs are what i crave, find em at a rave.

Why its bad and why i gotta get my mind right

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

My bars are lethal like barbiturate drugs

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Why are you crying, are you frightened.