This is a song about "Drugs and gangs and lifestyles"

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

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

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

I love you though i'll still fuck

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

Of riches, and mad lavish lifestyles

They say we living in troubled times