This is a song about "Codeine morphine drugs"

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

My bars are lethal like barbiturate drugs

Like morphine in the morning without the yawning or waking up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

3 or 4 times a day, do codeine and are dope fiends,

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Normally talk about, snorting drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs