This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

The hotels we staying in twelve star

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Amen, they say you only live once