This is a song about "Pills lines"

So i'm sittin' in the dark with a bottle of pills

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Hard to swallow, pills so crushed though

So come on and go on eat some of your pills

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

We're just popping pills yea that real shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

And all you do is take pills

Took away the pain poppin plenty pills

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

And the kitchen table is were i find my pills