This is a song about "Mommy bitching at because of drugs"

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Because its basically blatant were at the end of our days

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

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

Want to have a go at someone who won't quit bitching

With those crazy ass people at the county building

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

Solid plug/ reverted to drugs because i never received a

Driving my car to a foreign place

Drugs are what i crave, find em at a rave.

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

Will somebody please show me how

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Don’t you be holding back, your love