This is a song about "Hard drugs"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

You better call cops,coz this drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

You constantly say,that you do drugs,

Amen, they say you only live once

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

It's a hard time keeping my hands off the drugs

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

To much drugs in the bloodstream,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme