This is a song about "The traphouse"

The water from the past is the same water in the present

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Saw the bombs on the news

Duck duck, say goose

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

So if you wanna leave

As the tao converted the thief

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Here's the answer and the antidote: