This is a song about "Kentucky drugs and jaik"

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

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

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

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