This is a song about "Drugs and war"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

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

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

Welcome to hell's plot, the war on drugs prevail not

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Call me atlas, i'm ruthless and looking for war

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

When they showed up at your door at christmas

War between poorness and richness

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks