This is a song about "Drugs l"

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

And get me some more drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

I wish i was #great, 'cause i just feel like an l

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Bonding over our love for drugs