This is a song about "Drugs and shooting"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Millz harlem, chuck wild, twist dallas

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

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

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

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

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,