This is a song about "Drugs and lust"

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

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

Ain't no better swimming in the ocean of your lady

I'm not crazy, i just shot a lady, and lust her baby

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

Sticking to the trip and gearing for the feel of lust

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important