This is a song about "Grime and drugs"

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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

Lombardi time; dizee off that grime

And just in time your head is mine

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

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

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks