This is a song about "Sad drug abuse"

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

I was angry and sad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

That i'm better than any kinda drug

Or fade to white; new favorite drug?

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

When you lie like that, its really sad

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

// satanic voice: satanic ritual abuse, just let loose,