This is a song about "Codiene from actavis"

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

You're just coming down from

Come get some, you little bum

Especially from detectives

Without the sound of guns

Motivation from medication, starvation from education

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Maybe from my ass maybe from my third nipple,

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

From the get go, not from the ghetto, watched it from a distance though

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo