This is a song about "Drugs and crime"

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

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

I did bad things and it was a crime

Guess that means you can never be mine

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

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

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

And get me some more drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

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

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs