This is a song about "Medicine man"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I'm reckoning, leave him pleading for some heavy medicine/

, 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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Sedated from testin different medicine i've invested in

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

Not knowing he needed medicine

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Ingesting medicine, yes again, i'm high as pelicans

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

My medicine is cannabis save the bliss

Highly illegal medicine resides in my blunt

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent