This is a song about "Oxy cott"

Sipping gin an you cringe on an oxy binge

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

High of oxy im hardly conscious

I think found where your mind was

Ecstacy, #oxy, a bit of weed mixed with meth that'll be #alright,

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Not just the oxy but drugs of all description

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Drugs to replace oxy, but i'd rather have