This is a song about "Drugs and crime"

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

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Pacifists yak and chunder, they thunder this is a crime

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

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

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

What about the the gun and knife, crime

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time