This is a song about "Steet drugs"

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Cause i bounce around like im drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

You better call cops,coz this drugs

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Pay attention to what i'm about to say dont do drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Talking about the god you serve

Doin drugs as a hobby

But make sure if they do see