This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

It feels good to be over you, babe

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs