This is a song about "Drugs money toxic people"

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

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

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

You say you're toxic

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

South side, tc your sick toxic topics aren't toxic