This is a song about "Drugs and crime"

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

They just don't give a fuck

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Ready to rhyme and make it like a crime/

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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