This is a song about "Drugs and life"

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

She was the queen of the club

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs