This is a song about "My plug"

Solid plug/ reverted to drugs because i never received a

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then i jet