This is a song about "Drugs and snitches"

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

We kill all em snitches and we do it fast.

Whatever it takes to live and stand

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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