This is a song about "Death and drugs"

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

European model white bitch is eating donuts

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

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

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Rub the wood and ima show em love

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey