This is a song about "Drugs and eleanor"

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

Is when i sit back and wait for the drugs to pile

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

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

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

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

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

But i let off everything i have

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash