This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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