This is a song about "Love and drugs"

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

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

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

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

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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