This is a song about "Why drugs are bad"

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

You are a bad patient

Drugs are taking me to realms no longer scaring me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

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

And the v12, that's on various trips

Why are there even assassinations?

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Why do people have bad attitudes

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Why, why, are is he tripping down?

I'm misunderstood not really a bad guy just high off drugs/

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