This is a song about "Cough syrup"

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I gotta get up, i got that asher cough

, only opps fuck around cough on smoke

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Impeccable give it my note

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

Ill rap you faster till blood is what you spit and cough

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam

*cough cough*, that girl is a ball i toss her around like im playing b ball

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl