This is a song about "Wqke and bake drugs"

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

Must be something you want me to see

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

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux