This is a song about "Your handicapped"

Gin makes me sin

About your condition,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

And if you delete this rap you prove you're handicapped with broken legs

If you ever feel alone and

Improve your encouragement,

Judging by the way you spell you must be handicapped,

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Or something that you paid for

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

The faker they shakin' my hand

Making you look handicapped