This is a song about "Wqke and bake drugs"

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

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

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

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

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux