This is a song about "Wqke and bake drugs"

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

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

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

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

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

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

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first