This is a song about "Tripping on molly"

I got loads of blunts in my lobby, i think i'll maybe pop a molly//

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

No more molly cause i probably copped it

Flipping im outta my mind tripping on acid and wine,

Is it possible at the same moment in time

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

The lyrical lizard lickin lollipops, poppin molly pops

You making it blatant you're tripping on layman's

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Guess that's why it's called tripping

I was born to do the damn thing

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I'm bent off that drink, but i don't touch that molly