This is a song about "Clog"

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,