This is a song about "A guy who died of overdose"

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Overdose heimlich procedure reversing in time saving lifes like a crime

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

This guy swallowed a bowl of insects

I knew this guy, shit, i wouldn't hurt a fly yet wouldn't cry if he died.

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Now the fate of your future relies on a college graduate guy.

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

I'm the type of guy you'd never know who was behind the rhymes,

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

No such thing as a weed overdose/ so keep toking folks

So snort this coke and choke and smoke the bowls of dope and overdose,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes