This is a song about "Gang drugs and famy"

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

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

To have have said he was a thug and a gang member/

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

Amen, they say you only live once

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups