This is a song about "Cocaine and bitches"

Couch. he reached in and pulled out a little baggie and this is where the cocaine

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

I've snorted so much cocaine

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

On cocaine to try and cover up her pain

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

And bad bitches give me head and tell

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

I was broken almost took cocaine

Down in dallas at the all-star game