This is a song about "Molly and mike"

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

Rather lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Im progression, pop a molly im sweatin, 5,6, and 7 off to heaven,

I'm bent off that drink, but i don't touch that molly

Cause i'm batman with the pump, johnny johnny

Judging from your clothes and your girls and the molly in your lip

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

And nothing here's real, and everyone's alike

I took big leaps and jumps. they can call me like mike.

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Why we gotta fight