This is a song about "Drugs and life"

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

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

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

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

Its somethin like manute bol

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

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

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

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks