This is a song about "My drugs"

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I wish drugs were never a factor, that wasn't my plan

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

What happens when you try to sell drugs on my block

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

And her smile lit up the room

I'm full of smoke and drugs, blood always smeared on my rug, building up an

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can