This is a song about "My best mates on drugs"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

My bars are lethal like barbiturate drugs

These days i try my best, still got a load on my chest

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Put a little twist in her hips cause i'm watching

On my dick, feel the sting, this is where drugs sling,

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I don't give a fuck whether or not my uncles on drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

My brains the thing that pull it, mates be telling me to cool it

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

No diamonds on my neck, but best believe its on my checklist