This is a song about "Drug rugs"

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

The cool say i'm thug

Her love is like a drug

Crackhead on drug supplies

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Fuck you, i'll just do some sorta drug

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Puking all over the rugs

Amen, they say you only live once

Or maybe even a drug dealer

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Then going on a drug binge

Cause i’m balling, bitch

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Because never had one, dream of chains and persian rugs,