This is a song about "Drugs"

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I'm misunderstood not really a bad guy just high off drugs/

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

My ghetto’s full of tough brainless thugs who taking drugs,

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

You constantly say,that you do drugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You dig it, this shit ain't for beginners

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

You better call cops,coz this drugs