This is a song about "Bitches and drugs"

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free