This is a song about "Gang and drugs"

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

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

And real bitches don't respect you

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

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

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song//

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

You don't mean that, you faggot

Fresh gang and ymk about to kiiiiiiill it!

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks