This is a song about "Narcotics"

Hate, drinks and narcotics

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

I was the sickest kid more sicker than what was his name? yeah narcotics

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Where sellin' narcotics is all i know

Prevent narcotics, tonics, stupid logic's from physiologists to profit.

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid