This is a song about "Houston codeine"

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Pussy motherfuckers leanin' like codeine fiends, he's mean,

3 or 4 times a day, do codeine and are dope fiends,

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

But i done did enough codeine to knock future into tomorrow

Cool young kings trying to make a name houston is where we came

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name

See me with codeine cups?

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

They send us packin to houston and still they can't save her life.

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy