This is a song about "Drunk drones on drugs"

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

I let god drive because i'm too drunk to keep on the right

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

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

I don't give a fuck whether or not my uncles on drugs

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

A sub-par rapper who gets prosts drunk on cheap alcohol

Secret society all we ask is trust

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

You cannot just threaten my ass while on drugs when i'm paranoid

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Not the drugs, but on tracks and i'm still a

Is written in our souls, africa

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Always on point taking drugs in interval