This is a song about "Cough serum"

Get off the stage, let him cough a rage

With foreign names, valet the range

Used to find dope in his coat

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

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

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

No wonder she puts cough syrup on your pancakes.

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

There's so much smoke in the air, we can sense that whooping cough,

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

I gotta get up, i got that asher cough