This is a song about "Drugs and rap"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

That shit was wack as fuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

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

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

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

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

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

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years