This is a song about "Drugs and suicide"

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Suicide and self harm leaving us all to fear,

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear

I became the expert on suicide and how to cope,

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

But five years from now i bet she see

And i'll never contemplate suicide again i'm too alive

I can manage on my own, you can still have your perfect life

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

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