This is a song about "Steet drugs"

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

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

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

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

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Call me up late while im on drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

They could be great people, it worsens to drugs,

Amen, they say you only live once

To much drugs in the bloodstream,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups