This is a song about "Cocaine and weed"

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

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

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

Give rap cpr n cocaine, and alive came the game

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

They say i need some guidance

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Swear i will murk any beat

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

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

I keep my money neat

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed