This is a song about "Aussie drugs 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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

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

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

Real g shit i don't use no cape

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs