This is a song about "True life of drugs"

Fake rappers take money in favor of remaining true

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Hatred, drugs, hey no one can live there life sober

That's too many problems, too late to think over

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Tried multiple drugs, took multiple shots of alcohol

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Not drugs but the coin of course

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

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

My ghetto’s full of tough brainless thugs who taking drugs,

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Its only game plus none of thats true