This is a song about "Hoffman medicine"

Not knowing he needed medicine

Carolina where i made it from

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Medicine in my metaphors like cannabis

, i have some medicine that needs farming/ for the weed buzz, i bake fuck you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Look in the medicine cabinet, lucky that i'm friends with savages

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Take your medicine and own it

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Pushing in my mama van

Yea that medicine and that tin can?

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Or medicine in a green bottle