This is a song about "Drugs and guns and life"

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Here i go again, searching for love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs