This is a song about "Drug related"

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

And realize the problems we face are all related

Shes addicted to me, like im her drug

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Are initiated because theres no way you and your family are related

Crackhead on drug supplies

Right flows down and they might go nice

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Me and knb both feel underrated, i consider him my brother even though we aint blood related

You wrote that big shit but nothing is related to rapping.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

And realize the problems we face are all related