This is a song about "Pain pills bedroom shit slips greed selfishness"

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

Who drank caprisun and masturbated in my bedroom.

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

So i banged for a minute

We're just popping pills yea that real shit

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

So doctor give me pills to numb the pain

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Add some meth and that pills

Turn the bedroom into a fair

Throw your gun in tha air

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Simple shit but still y'all love making me nauseous in pain