This is a song about "Drugs and mates"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

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

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

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

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

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

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

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

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks