This is a song about "Poppin pills"

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Skill pays the bills, love rap hate them pills,

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

And all you do is take pills

That was my influence

, reload the pills of madness enraged

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

And took a couple pills

Lil prps like 3 digits