This is a song about "Houston codeine"

Acute, how you try to refute, obtuse fludes like juice dudes sip through in hous-ton/

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Or closed casket for our troubles

See me with codeine cups?

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Sipping codeine with my tea, open up my third eye and see

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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