This is a song about "Drugs money and opps"

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Here i go again, searching for love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

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

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