This is a song about "Drugs for lungs"

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

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

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

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

The closest i've ever been in hell was expanding my lungs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

She would have been there is it wasn't for the drugs

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

No air for you, the only way your living is cuz im breathing in your lungs!

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future

I stopped drinkin and doing drugs, couldn't believe i did it for her.