This is a song about "Trapping money and drugs"

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

European model white bitch is eating donuts

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

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free