This is a song about "Drugs money killing"

Amen, they say you only live once

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

Probly from selling or doing drugs

My divine itching and shrine killing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Our history that they stole, africa