This is a song about "Regret of drugs"

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

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

Kirko paint her walls

Not drugs but the coin of course

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

And i don't regret any of it

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

My ghetto’s full of tough brainless thugs who taking drugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

I turned around and walked away simply out of regret.