This is a song about "Codeine pills lines"

I only got four minutes

Gotta take some more pills

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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