This is a song about "Clog"

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always