This is a song about "Fuck pat drugs"

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Bonding over our love for drugs

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

With young randy to pat my back

The third one is mixed, white and black

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

To much drugs in the bloodstream,