This is a song about "Drugs are good"

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Hellaway can suck my dick, his bars are no good

Far as hard drugs are though that's the past

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Stressors all are silenced feelin' good requirement

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

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

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

Your raps are good, this isn't a complaint

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

She used to say drugs are stupid, now shes doin acid with pupils diluted, oh shit,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs