This is a song about "Ecstasy"

On they twitter writing novels, see

Desperate for remedies, sprinkling ecstasy

I'm far from ecstasy, this song's depressing me

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

It go to me mentally carried a heavily ecstasy

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Foolishly took to drugs, a newly shook thug doped up on stuff like ecstasy

Offer ecstasy to pretty strangers next to me

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I'm in a state of ecstasy, this is a warning not to mess with me

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Ecstasy couldn't step to scenes i witness fresh and steep