This is a song about "Good drugs"

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Amen, they say you only live once

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

Hold it..now thank you for silence

That these drugs brought to me/

Dc, man over money

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

You constantly say,that you do drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs