This is a song about "Chery coke"

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

You a sweet nigga like a bottle of coke,

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Hit the coke when you write,

And if i want to go outside

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

From hustler rappers bragging about selling the whitest coke,

New canvas she need a new stroke

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

So you told the cops about his distribution of coke

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke