This is a song about "Pizza and drugs"

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

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

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

European model white bitch is eating donuts

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

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs