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

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

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

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

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

Huddling mumbling wondering where the drugs at

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

Solid plug/ reverted to drugs because i never received a

Because its basically blatant were at the end of our days

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way

Because at the end of the day,

If you a freak, i can take you to your peak

I wonder if it's because all these drugs were so cheap