This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

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

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

I just want somebody i can see

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Long as she come to me first

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