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

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Rollin' down the four o five

Of riches, and mad lavish lifestyles