This is a song about "Oh my fucking god"

Oh girl you're my narcotic

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Oh god honey i think he's high on that marijuana weed

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Ah, god damn it, you're fucking heavy.

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Oh my god i'm so tired of these rappers thinking

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Oh god i hope you hear my prayers,

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Oh girl you're my narcotic

Now this shit is turning to a habit

God damn ima fucking murder this shit