This is a song about "Pain pills"

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

I taught about swallowing pills would be quick and lack the pain,

We're just popping pills yea that real shit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

And the kitchen table is were i find my pills

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Took away the pain poppin plenty pills

But she ain't really tripping, she's on beverly hills

I think i need to pop some bottles, take insanity pills,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Then you'll try to spike my corona with sleeping pills

Without my pills i started to doubt

We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out