This is a song about "Why drugs are bad"

And you know my drift

You are a bad patient

To come and change my life around

Why, why, are is he tripping down?

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

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

Why its bad and why i gotta get my mind right

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

I enjoy my time wondering, why things are why they are

You are bad why would you rap?

And that's jay line i had to quote that

My raps are good, yours are bad..

When that money calls i holla back