This is a song about "Detox drugs"

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

Call me up late while im on drugs

They could be great people, it worsens to drugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Y’all only in it for the cars

Even then my style still needed detox/

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Stack up your funds like a million bucks