This is a song about "Drugs mates"

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Doin drugs as a hobby

We like to party

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

To much drugs in the bloodstream,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

But most times darling the sequel sucks

You better call cops,coz this drugs

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

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