This is a song about "Drugs and gangs"

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

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