This is a song about "Trapping partying selling drugs and fighting"

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Working the drywall partying it up

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Except for selling tree but between you and me

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

And think that selling drugs is the only real way out,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy