This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

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

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

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,