This is a song about "Gun and drugs"

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Millz harlem, chuck wild, twist dallas

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

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

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

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

And get me some more drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs