This is a song about "Molly sam"

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

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

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

But hey yo look, money from across the street

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit