This is a song about "Drugs are bad for you"

My raps are good, yours are bad..

No car key and i mean that

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

You are a bad patient

Amazing that i bring you to tears. yeah i'm white but my bitches are bad,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

You better call cops,coz this drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

You constantly say,that you do drugs,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

If you're dealin' with hardware i feel bad for you, son

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done