This is a song about "Your on drugs"

Feel your chest on top on

When you took my hand up so calm

Welcome to hell's plot, the war on drugs prevail not

I can only imagine, uncle bob

I'm full of smoke and drugs, blood always smeared on my rug, building up an

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Your on fire.. your on fire

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Foolishly took to drugs, a newly shook thug doped up on stuff like ecstasy

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

What's left except drinkin', doin' drugs to drown your sorrow,

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

Haters learn to bear, i'm lovie smith with the vocals