This is a song about "Put aside drugs"

You can't do both, so put the pen aside and don't even try.

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

You can push me aside and rush

Niggas talk with limited service

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Apparitions of armed archers aside aztec alcoves.

You reflect me, i love that about you

When you stoved me aside to

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Besides put aside all that's made you deprived

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Probly from selling or doing drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Pack that shit up put in baggies, wholesale drugs fedex and ups