This is a song about "My plug"

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My streaks my testament.

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

These my rhymes and my story

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration