This is a song about "Drugs and hard times"

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

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

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Hard to kill, how many more times?

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Times might be hard, but keep your head up...it's fine...

I style on new york, pile up my fork

You won six times and twenty two times you've lost

And get me some more drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

I really remember and miss all those times

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux