This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)