This is a song about "Gangs and drugs"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

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

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

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

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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