This is a song about "Cough drops"

//start rapping when the beat drops.

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I gotta get up, i got that asher cough

And i can't help but stare, cause

I walk down the steps and cough

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Ever since then i had no job

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

While you cough it up like it was stuck in your lungs.

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

This is a full blown virus, we don't fuck with a cough