This is a song about "Spiked lemonade"

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

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

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Cause im as so sour as lemonade

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Sippin lemonade while holdin back a demon hound

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

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that