This is a song about "Bitches and drugs"

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

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

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

They for grossing a bigger business

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

And i need you to show me love

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff