This is a song about "Methadone"

It was bologna, was it the methadone ya think?

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Moms addicted to methadone,so since a youngin i was left alone

My electric methadone

Now all i am is alone

Cable tv, electric methadone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

My electric methadone