This is a song about "Clog"

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

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