This is a song about "Not taking steet drugs"

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Not taking nothing with me, just my pen and pad

She tells us not to do drugs, alcohol or pop pills

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

Welcome to hell's plot, the war on drugs prevail not

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Addicted, no the fuck way not to drugs, but adapting to these rhyming thugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Taking drugs till your eyes'll hurt, you're a true mess

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

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

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