This is a song about "Love and drugs"

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

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