This is a song about "Cough syrup"

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

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

But i drown my blunts and my swishers in all of this syrup

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

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

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

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

I cough, i thought this thunderfuck was creating a mirage,