This is a song about "Drugs and heart"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Brave like brave heart drugs but stay smart pop some sweet tarts

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Blank and expressionless, heart beating zombie

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

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

See her man face-to-face through the glass

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash