This is a song about "Molly molotov"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Are you fucking on molly you'll get a blowjob from cyrus,

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time//

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Ur flow is floppy 'n' choppy like you popped a molly or x

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

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

No more molly cause i probably copped it

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit