This is a song about "Clog"

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

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

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

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