This is a song about "Tylenol"

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

I'll graduate from tylenol up it to barbiturates

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Am i giving you headaches? do you need tylenol

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

I'll graduate from tylenol up it to barbiturates

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills