This is a song about "Doing lines of drugs"

Tried multiple drugs, took multiple shots of alcohol

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

I stopped drinkin and doing drugs, couldn't believe i did it for her.

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Doing all these drugs, pour it up, smoke that chronic

European model white bitch is eating donuts

My ghetto’s full of tough brainless thugs who taking drugs,