This is a song about "A pigeon that can transport drugs"

Hand full of all the drugs your body can handle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But it's over, i'm jetting away to transport to a splendid bliss

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

You constantly say,that you do drugs,

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

It's a hard time keeping my hands off the drugs

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Numerology can tell that you're clearly a seven.

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Hatred, drugs, hey no one can live there life sober

So i can sell drugs,doing my deals

So if you wanna leave