This is a song about "Wqke and bake drugs"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

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

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs