This is a song about "Drugs and gangs"

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

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

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Thought this was forever love

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

If i die before i wake

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

But respect is more real, and ambition the key