This is a song about "Homelessness and drugs"

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

It's not making sense to you right now but

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

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

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

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