This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

But now i know why drugs and alcohol