This is a song about "Love drugs kill"

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

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

I love you but wanna kill you, fucking bitch

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Cause i bounce around like im drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Critics love it, spit it, huff it, still it's rough, i'll kill fears,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

European model white bitch is eating donuts

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Call me up late while im on drugs