This is a song about "Effects of prohibition"

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Psychosomatic effects habour symptomatic regrets

Top of my pile of bodies

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Of potential cases

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Rollin' down the four o five

Of the book of your life

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

That scary love, never get married love

Of which im not exactly proud of,