This is a song about "The fix"

Motherfuckers-didn't-think-i was-gon'-do-somethin'-ass niggasthreaten your life, ain't like you love him

Ibuprofen to fix the implosion but now you have a demotion instead of a promotion,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

This world is sick and these voices i can never fix.

I need my rap fix, like a nympho needs the dick.

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

I fix the hem of my shirt, i guess now we're curt since you love to subvert,

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Not even a dollar or 2 for a rock fix

We know the world's got problems, so it's our job to fix em/

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Only thing that can fix me is the omen approaching