This is a song about "Codeine kush money guns sour souls"

Took me a while just to write those

Feed it as it consumes our souls,

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

That's what rains for

You're minds gone sour

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Man in the race for souls for money

A happy home, that's my fantasy

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,