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

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high

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

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Because your pops wasn't anxious

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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