This is a song about "Why do you do drugs"

So why the fuck do you think i dwell,

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

It keeps coming back to you, why do you keep fighting

Why would you do this to me..

We got money to go get baby

I've got no fucking energy why do you think i want cocaine?

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Don't understand why we do what we do

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

I wanna do drugs until i'm down,

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

You can't rap about drugs you don't do.

You constantly say,that you do drugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs