This is a song about "Drugs and eleanor"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

Long as she come to me first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs