This is a song about "Are you on drugs"

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Drugs are taking me to realms no longer scaring me

Call me up late while im on drugs

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

You can't rap about drugs you don't do.

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

You cannot just threaten my ass while on drugs when i'm paranoid

I massacre you while you are on the jon

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Cause you are on the diss,

They are the coaches in this