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

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more 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

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Call me up late while im on drugs

No money, power, or drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

To much drugs in the bloodstream,

Come see real niggas on my team

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs