This is a song about "Pizza and drugs"

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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

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

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

I know you're mad, but so what

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

Cannibal who's munchin on you're legs, like some jet's pizza