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

Solid plug/ reverted to drugs because i never received a

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Will somebody please show me how

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

European model white bitch is eating donuts

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

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Now i'm like mommy, dad look at this song we have

"everytime you see me in the kitchen, and your mad at mommy and daddy,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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