This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs