This is a song about "Sick in your mouth"

Champagne is on the house, cocaine is in your mouth, your neck is knotted

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

Ma god i miss your nipples in my mouth

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Cause when you try to sound it out, it leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

And i know that your supply

With your mouth open ain't i

A thug niggas in tha house

Why dont you just shout your mouth?

Your name, i play no games, so watch your mouth

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

In your mouth everyday and tel me you remember what

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

But am sick in love and your my medication