This is a song about "Getting away from drugs"

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

I'da ran away from home years ago,

Like a transformation from drugs to employed placement

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm in ancient greece, getting head from aphrodite

As your family dies, and my family rise

And keep away from clients this bad guys

Politicians getting bribes from companies like halliburton,

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

While you're at it get away from me,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I heard the sirens blaze from i mile away.

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

I cant stand to be away from you