this for all my pill poppers
white boys that be tryna kill coppers
prescribe everything that you need
they wanna know what the secret is
pop yourself three xanax bars
she say i'm so irresponsible
distract me from my withdrawals
they always seem to attack me
so back into the cycle i go
so i don't follow religion
i don't know who jesus is
fifth of crown and pills dissolve inside
my feet are planted on pavement
my head is way in the cloud
i'm smoking on a pound in this bitch
i see dollar signs in both her eyes
i hope her heart is hollow like mine
know what the secret is? pop yourself a bean or two
i'm back inside this bitch like i've never been gone
and all of my clientele just hit my phone for the medicine
eyes go rolling because i'm pedaling
and when i speak on e pills i ain't talking excederin
something take me over like it's the exorcist
a priest and a couple receptionists
looking like they got the biggest breasts
i just pop until the bottle missin
my vision start to distort
well to me that just ain't living
i said i was buying a fifty pack
as long as this shit you give me ain't fake
'cause that's when you find out where the reaper lives
took a sample out the script
i wonder if they believe it
wonder if they could see it
well then do my addictions survive?
'cause all i see is dilated eyes
i can't hold on information but these are the implications
i learned that shit from my aunty
take yourself too many pills