This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

If i should die before i wake

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three