This is a song about "Drugs and money"

Millz harlem, chuck wild, twist dallas

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck