This is a song about "Cocain and made from my strain"

And made twerk like miley and give my ass a good kiss

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Made it out my city like chance the rapper and living

Friends who never made it and my life leaves me devastated,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

I strain to remain being in reign, no need to feign as i drain my champagne

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Tryna remember all does times my girl and i made love

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Self made from my skin to my shoes, size 18 so i know im in the view

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

But i receive hypnotherapy, my rain is a grain or pain pull my rhyme strain,