This is a song about "Cash rollin smokin dope growing cokin molly tripping games bitches"

Smokin' bowls of dope and coke, our noses are infected soon,

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

It should be a fact that i'm dope, cause bitches eat me up like cantaloupe/

Know she tripping, hate it when bitches acting different

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Bitches wanna play games with a pro

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

Let go of the rope they say all rappers smokin dope. not all like

Smokin' bowls of dope, but still these heads will choke and coke,

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Bitches spittin their raps at me gingerly, smokin hickory, im a mystery,