This is a song about "Tylenol"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I'll graduate from tylenol up it to barbiturates

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Am i giving you headaches? do you need tylenol

A bottle of tylenol and nyquil, wallow in sorrow, and spit it,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'll graduate from tylenol up it to barbiturates

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives