This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

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

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

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

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

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

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup