This is a song about "Your a crackhead"

And your gona want a kiss

Ships that sail to distant places

Your in a pile of dirt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down

Hang your problems on a hanger

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Others are seen crazy like a crackhead in your basement.

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Life has put her to the test

Pop a bullet in your chest,