This is a song about "Clog"

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth