Letter to Heather

He had such a bright future ahead
One of the more than 2400 people killed in Arizona last year
By an opioid overdose, he wasn't even trying to get high
He thought, was an anti-anxiety pill
That turned out to be laced with fentanyl

I can't lie, I'm kinda sick, I lost my favorite fiend
I was pressing up all kinda pills, you tried everything
I won't forget the time you told the block to come buy everything
I had a long list, but you was different from my every fiend
We can't forget about that one night
I made a perc 60 with fentanyl, you threw up twice
That's how I know that the pill was right
My pills will either have you turnt up or fucked up in life
Here go a pill, I never ask you twice
The night before I stayed up super late, making the tabs right
I was tryna make sure I had the stats right
Long live Heather, I never knew that'd be your last bite
But I can't lie, it's a good thing you died
I would never know the right mix if you never tried
I still got your favorite pill set aside
The same one you died from, I'mma sell it to who testifies
Never mind, I sold it to a junkie tryna catch a high
I lie like I rap 'bout GTA in each and every line
That's the glitch
On how to tell the truth, but still don't do the time
I can flex a hunnid K in cash, 'cause I take care of mine
But you can't 'cause they'll rob yo ass
We Punchmade, we got too much pape to switch up for a bag
Rocket put up on me with some xans I'm like, trade me for that
Here go a pint, when I flood the city I'll pay you right back
Hit the block, now I'm bussin' it down
Tomorrow I'mma do the same thing in a smaller town
I'm somewhere in Kentucky just lurking around
I'm the real reason we got fake perkies around