This is a song about "Advise"

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

I advise that you pursue whatever you wanna do

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

I advise you to hide and not make a sound

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

He rose high up in the sky, i gave the advise to hold back on the rhymes

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Here's a piece of advise...

Cause girl i caught the vibes

Your ego oversized, i advise to see a psychologist,

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink