This is a song about "Drugs alcohol guns lean pills killing people gangs sam ashton shorties"

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

She tells us not to do drugs, alcohol or pop pills

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

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

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

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.