This is a song about "Drugs and alcohol"

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

I don't lean to alcohol yeah my life was bad and all.

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

City national bank evolve into shape

I'm in my other car

That hands you weed and alcohol

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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