This is a song about "Crying over not having any drugs"

Oh, slow. make it flow...down by the river and crying all over the pit. that slut

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

I don't give a fuck whether or not my uncles on drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Strumming my pain with his fingers

And i need you to show me love

I'm not taking any chances

Just me and my boss no worries at all

So any future amends is not my call

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Because of drugs that have taken over our ghettoes and hoods,

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Cause any moment this could all be over in a second/

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

She tells us not to do drugs, alcohol or pop pills