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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs