This is a song about "Drugs and snitches"

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

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

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love