This is a song about "Sailing drugs"

Bitches pursue me like a dream

To much drugs in the bloodstream,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Cause i bounce around like im drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

You constantly say,that you do drugs,

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

You better call cops,coz this drugs

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Bonding over our love for drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks