This is a song about "Drugs money sex selling drugs knife shootings london"

Yea and this is something to think about

And think that selling drugs is the only real way out,

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

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

Amen, they say you only live once

You better call cops,coz this drugs

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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