This is a song about "Medicine"

The ganja is a medicine, we spray no crews,

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

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

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

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

Medicine in my metaphors like cannabis

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Or medicine in a green bottle

Ok just listen up a little

So i can give him a taste of his own medicine

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

, 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