This is a song about "Cocaine and weed"

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Step on the busses hear the ruckus, and the smell of cocaine/

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

And i lost a couple over crack cocaine

With some weed and a cup

The cool say i'm thug

He's developed a new need, cocaine, then after a few drags of weed,

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

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

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Smoking weed and listening to rap

On cocaine to try and cover up her pain

Take advice keep it clean don't complain