This is a song about "Drugs and life"

She was the queen of the club

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

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

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

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

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

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