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

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

You better call cops,coz this drugs

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

To much drugs in the bloodstream,

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

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine