This is a song about "People selling drugs"

Amen, they say you only live once

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

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

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

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

No more amore, i refuse to force you

Timmy got his bike stole

Its like selling the devil your soul

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

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