This is a song about "Drug and girls"

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

And you are not around like black fathers

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

You just trynna be haters

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

No car key and i mean that

And my girls yeah she a queen

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

But now we must get money and stay from drug

Hurl the pendent and send it to them girls/

I've become immune to you no name haters