This is a song about "Drugs love and smiles"

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

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

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

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

But meanwhile, he aspires to be great, but just smiles and waits,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks