This is a song about "Drugs and guns"

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

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

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

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs