This is a song about "Molly woo"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Prolly getting high like a popped ollie/popped molly

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

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

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

I got loads of blunts in my lobby, i think i'll maybe pop a molly//

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

A written to woo women or about to go ham

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan