This is a song about "Getting in and out of drugs"

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Gave very less number of fucks and she said drugs really sucks.

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks