This is a song about "Being broke and drugs"

But i broke her wings and knees

No key for release

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

This shit cost money and i'm always fucking broke,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

And i'm convinced we're broke,

Used to find dope in his coat

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs