This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

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

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

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

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

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

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

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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