This is a song about "Making beats and selling drugs"

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Except for selling tree but between you and me

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And get me some more drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

And people call me a user, but i want you

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

Little more weed, first class seats

Locked in chains of rhymes and cuffed in beats,

To this beats and these rhymes,

When i get my hands on nines

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;