This is a song about "Bad club drugs"

And get me some more drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Bonding over our love for drugs

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Braggin in the night club,

Throwin you a dub

Don't want to be the king

I left the club departing

Stimulating night in club type of fact

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last