This is a song about "Drugs and shooting"

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

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

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Night i need that she comin here right away

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain