This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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