This is a song about "Drugs and war"

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Come and get us you prepare for war,

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

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

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

I'm on a playground, and i'm looking just to start a war.

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,