This is a song about "Squads and drugs"

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

'no mas' but squads will come and shoot your pet

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Squads had me renegade, crack and all those drugs, what?