This is a song about "Molly pills"

If i don't make that man there dance

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And we don't care about these new rappers poppin' a molly,

So i'm sittin' in the dark with a bottle of pills

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Im so hot i got rappers sweatin but they aint popped no molly

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

And took a couple pills

The jiggas and the tips

But he don't rule a thing

Go pop some pills or something