H-Train
A wild night of shooting up with Heroin, like a junkie's version of a party
Bro, I did the H-Train last night. I woke up like a corpse with a smile.
I shot up four times. I’m not a person anymore. I’m a Heroin ghost.
H-Train? That’s not a ride, that’s a heroin-induced coma with a side of delirium.