This is a song about "Medicine"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

So i can give him a taste of his own medicine

, i have some medicine that needs farming/ for the weed buzz, i bake fuck you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Flow licit there's no medicine for his illness

My medicine is cannabis save the bliss

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

That scary love, never get married love

Medicine in my metaphors like cannabis

Yea that medicine and that tin can?

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

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

Highly illegal medicine resides in my blunt

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and