This is a song about "Sex and drugs"

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

I don't really give a fuck

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

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess