This is a song about "Hoes and drugs"

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Look it something they can't ever see

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Bought the dope and have hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs