Song 'bout the problem with Meth in NZ
Story behind the song
Problems with Meth in NZ...
Lyrics
Why we ain't said a thing bout methamphetamine
When I could get a fiend off any muhafucken set of teams
Y'all better think, seen heavy hands fold
Steady man, cold get closer, cause pety mans gon'
Really pay gold, for that ice man
Grams crushin' the country, we fallin' titans
Seen more than I can, hope to know
Most of all, homies of mine dyin' of cold
This close to home, we all responsible
Ya know ya prolly roll wit' fam that smokin' bulbs
We lost control, need to re-establish balance
If we've truly had it, stand up, our people matter
Who needs batter, when the fish fry 'emselves
Cry for wealth, then spend it at vendors of higher self
Ya try is help-less, I stress the fact
Street from the feet up, I ain't messin' wit' crack
