This is a song about "Hoffman medicine"

Miami nights, ain't another one

Not knowing he needed medicine

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Medicine in my metaphors like cannabis

So all the hustling for nothing man

Yea that medicine and that tin can?

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Highly illegal medicine resides in my blunt

Me and my microphone could be one

And yes i do need medicine

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

Flow licit there's no medicine for his illness

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love