This is a song about "Bitches and drugs"

Of bad bitches and good tree

But am i less holy

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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

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

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

Slumdog far apart any sub par

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

So here i am at the store for some chips

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks