This is a song about "True life of drugs"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Not drugs but the coin of course

Black fours red drop head doors

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

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

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Its hard to beleive but this life really true

European model white bitch is eating donuts

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