This is a song about "Niggas and drugs"

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

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

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

She prayed on me passing that bar