This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

And get me some more drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

I can teach you all the sounds of love

I love you though i'll still fuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Amen, they say you only live once

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs