This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

Real g shit i don't use no cape

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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*)

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs