This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Look it something they can't ever see

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

No money, power, or drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks