This is a song about "Cough drops"

//start rapping when the beat drops.

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

Is the coldest when it drops

Fuckin' up my gold pots

And manifest as stacks of fresh similes sick with these like a bad cough

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Can't stop won't stop, throwin' bk every day till my blue casket drops

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I gotta get up, i got that asher cough