This is a song about "Gang drugs and famy"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Fresh gang and ymk about to kiiiiiiill it!

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free