This is a song about "Cocaine and bitches"

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

Laced the weed with cocaine, and now i rock chronic,

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Your match is made, now stutter and quake, like you did cocaine

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

On cocaine to try and cover up her pain

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Can barely walk the city streets