This is a song about "Codeine"

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

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

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

But i done did enough codeine to knock future into tomorrow

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

See me with codeine cups?

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty