This is a song about "Life and drugs"

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

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

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

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