This is a song about "Drain"

To realize that some would much rather drain the light from your son

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Sickles drain, your fluids, here, sip away

The life of a drug dealer, lives down the drain

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

I wish i could be like em, drain away my sin

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

I drain bottles of mouth wash, i still havnt produced a little cough,

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Drain a trey walk off the court, mark cuban better pay me

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

Spray arrangements made to slay and drain their brains 'til they insane

I strain to remain being in reign, no need to feign as i drain my champagne

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again