This is a song about "Getting away from drugs"

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Rain washes away pain, pain from yesterday.

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

I need to get out there soon, the cash is getting away

I come from a city with more drugs than a evidence locker

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Probly from selling or doing drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Their aint no running away from the light,

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

I heard the sirens blaze from i mile away.

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

And keep away from clients this bad guys