This is a song about "Clog"

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Shoot up, smoke, do what you need to to clog your veins

Your arteries clog right in front of me simply from just the air you breathe

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies