This is a song about "Medicine"

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

And ask for a medicine for the fever that came with it

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Flow licit there's no medicine for his illness

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Take your medicine and own it

I told him get his 9 and run

Not knowing he needed medicine

The same medicine you fed us and all you're gonna see is red

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Pretty much i'm tingled in wires medicine i've to hire