This is a song about "Hoffman medicine"

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

I'll teach you a lesson that'll getcha fetchin' your medicine

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

Magic city tipping them

And yes i do need medicine

What's wrong with society,and you wonder why kids on medicine for anxiety

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Or medicine in a green bottle

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Medicine in my metaphors like cannabis

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Sedated from testin different medicine i've invested in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Yea that medicine and that tin can?