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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

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