This is a song about "Effect"

I think about the effect that "this" have on my relationship

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

And the mass of my tec will cause massive effect

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Because the possibility of me losing jodi was in full effect.

Had a bad effect and it made you smack beth

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Made of rubber cement, so anything you present has no effect,

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

This the same effect and less words

Shout out bobby on hundreds