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

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

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

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

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

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

Tried multiple drugs, took multiple shots of alcohol

My ghetto’s full of tough brainless thugs who taking drugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

No one knows what to say

Because at the end of the day,

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

And don't be thinking that where i'm at is because of you

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux