This is a song about "Fire and drugs"

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

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

This how i hear it different

I see the fire and

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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