This is a song about "Drugs and being shot"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Must be something you want me to see

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

It feels good to be over you, babe

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Everybody seems to misread every sentence