This is a song about "Oxy cotten"

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

Sipping gin an you cringe on an oxy binge

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

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Not just the oxy but drugs of all description

High of oxy im hardly conscious

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Drugs to replace oxy, but i'd rather have