This is a song about "Sellin molly"

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

And we don't care about these new rappers poppin' a molly,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time//

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Fuck sellin it to the devil the government already took it

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams

Get yours; you know what this about

Didn't fucking know i was sellin that loud

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Hungry, thirsty, d'evils got me slingin' rock, sellin' pies,