This is a song about "People love and drugs"

They could be great people, it worsens to drugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

If you even noticed/drugs affect users and people closest

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

There's people that love you, people askin' "whats the matter?"/

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks