This is a song about "Spiked lemonade"

To life, striped in a straight jacket, mind void of light, spiked with a great habit

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Sippin lemonade while holdin back a demon hound

But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

To life, striped in a straight jacket, mind void of light, spiked with a great habit.

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons, make lemonade then

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

Cause im as so sour as lemonade

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate