This is a song about "Getting out of drugs"

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

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

I said i don’t give a fuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

And think that selling drugs is the only real way out,

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

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

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

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips