This is a song about "Durgs and shrooms"

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

I'm up in the booth, pack a shrooms mackin' who back an nothing to lose

This is like riding through the city

Living young and wild and free

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

And kill yourself and your clique

This is the concrete

I be gettin' money

And a fridge and some broccoli