This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

European model white bitch is eating donuts

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;