This is a song about "Drug store"

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

That i'm better than any kinda drug

Swagging till i'm too poor, to afford, a rolly from the store

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

My money is on clearance cuz there's more in store

Her love is like a drug

She said i'm ready to fuck

Or fade to white; new favorite drug?

What, what ... project shit what

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,