This is a song about "Being broke and drugs"

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

But most times darling the sequel sucks

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

You wailed too loud and broke your crown

But i came to get down

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

You're a bitch, and you broke my heart.

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

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