This is a song about "Poping pills"

Add some meth and that pills

She likes the way it hits her lips

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Fuck your pussy bars,go home take contraptive pills

Skill pays the bills, love rap hate them pills,

These chalance give me balance

I got something you've been waiting for

Her brain is different from pills to other

I lost myself in bottles, both liquid and prescriptions pills

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

And the kitchen table is were i find my pills

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

She tells us not to do drugs, alcohol or pop pills