This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

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

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

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

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

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