This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n 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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

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

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

Real g shit i don't use no cape

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

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