This is a song about "Wqke and bake drugs"

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

But here i am, ricky bobby, shake and bake it

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

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

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

And i got a little big, keep it low key

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

And get me some more drugs

I just want somebody i can see

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

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

European model white bitch is eating donuts