This is a song about "Medicine"

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

I'll teach you a lesson that'll getcha fetchin' your 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

Medicine may try to counteract

Celebrate the very day that she get past

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Look in the medicine cabinet, lucky that i'm friends with savages

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Sedated from testin different medicine i've invested in