This is a song about "Giving up drugs"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

'til the day i stop breathin' i'm not giving it up

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

I'm full of smoke and drugs, blood always smeared on my rug, building up an

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

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

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

 just not if it means giving up on being me,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

These hoes be acting up giving me the look though but i be like,

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side