This is a song about "Pillowcase full of asprin"

Full of myself, but still hungry

Not hungry for my poetry

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Full of myself, but still hungry

Everything is just full of shit.

I know what you do with that

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

It's a career choice full of strife

They say nothings ever free

Full of myself, but still hungry

Belly full of paper bills

But this ain't physics or rocket science

This towns full of bull shit

After that moscato hit

Its always full of horror

"contemplate", i wrote about her