This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

That's why i shine like i does

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Say what you wanna but

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

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

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

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