This is a song about "Pugs not drugs"

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Not drugs but the coin of course

Shots, they back and forth

Not the drugs, but on tracks and i'm still a

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

No money, power, or drugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Bonding over our love for drugs

Call me up late while im on drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

See the drugs changed you, not just physically but in spirit too

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you