This is a song about "Gangs drugs and money"

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

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

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

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

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

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

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine