This is a song about "True life of drugs"

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

Imagine my life with out you your my dream come true.

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

It must of been drugs, or silly distractions

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

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

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs