This is a song about "Drugs and mates"

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

And get me some more drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

And tell all you mates that im killin you