This is a song about "Oxy cott"

Not just the oxy but drugs of all description

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

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

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

Drugs to replace oxy, but i'd rather have

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

High of oxy im hardly conscious

She can make a pimp fall in love

Sipping gin an you cringe on an oxy binge

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch