This is a song about "Cocaine bitches"

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

"instead, sniff some of this cocaine, it's fun;

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

I've got no fucking energy why do you think i want cocaine?

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

I take my victims in lines like when i'm snortin' cocaine

Cocaine, gold chain, mary jane, propane, slow-vane, no brain, red vain,

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

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

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

And i lost a couple over crack cocaine

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame