This is a song about "I sling hugs not drugs"

I wanna do drugs until i'm down,

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

So she never fought, nor sought hugs

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

They claim it as their own, africa

Not the drugs, but on tracks and i'm still a

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

True thugs, guzzle mugs, jugs, mean mugs, no hugs,

Welcome to hell's plot, the war on drugs prevail not

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Stuck letting the drugs simply do what i could not.

I ain't into ganging up, banging 'em, or slanging drugs,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups