This is a song about "People dying from drugs"

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

I'm thinking it's from all the drugs that you were given.

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

People always dying in the hood, stood

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Like a transformation from drugs to employed placement

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring