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

You better call cops,coz this drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

To much drugs in the bloodstream,

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Amen, they say you only live once

Bonding over our love for drugs

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

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

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