This is a song about "Wqke and bake drugs"

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

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

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

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

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

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

And need to put that shit on bake and pull out a meal

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups