This is a song about "Got pills all on my phone these niggas know im wrong"

And put another half a mil in my bank account

All i got is my phone to practice my wicked sound

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

All we speak is truth/ swear these niggas lying on me

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Cause these my niggas from the past ya know

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

All i know is i got warts on my below

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

They calling me often to offer me walls

Know that im thuggin these bitches all on my balls

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Ya like that let me know on my the phone

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

And i open my mouth once and leave all these niggas dead