This is a song about "Cough medicine"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And yes i do need medicine

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Take your medicine and own it

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

I'm reckoning, leave him pleading for some heavy medicine/

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Yea that medicine and that tin can?

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

I gotta get up, i got that asher cough

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Medicine in my metaphors like cannabis