This is a song about "The fig"

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

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

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

I done came too far to regard me as the regular