This is a song about "Sex drugs and nice cars"

The you should look up in the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs