This is a song about "Codeine"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

See me with codeine cups?

But i done did enough codeine to knock future into tomorrow

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

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

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

3 or 4 times a day, do codeine and are dope fiends,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze