This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

All dem niggas gonna hate

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Always knew where the pot was