This is a song about "Codeine"

Sipping codeine with my tea, open up my third eye and see

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Pussy motherfuckers leanin' like codeine fiends, he's mean,

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

See me with codeine cups?

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck