This is a song about "Cokane lines"

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

And my lines are so barbaric,

My lines will have you flabbergasted

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

I read it, the fine lines

Turn off the lights

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

And it starts cruising through blue lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

With lines i'm persistent

Put the purp in the blunt