This is a song about "Coke cain"

There's no coke to worry about nigga x3

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Just need doritos and a diet coke,

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

If skill was health you'd be on coke

I fucking hate this job

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

You a sweet nigga like a bottle of coke,

Spent a long time coming up this road

Cain and able/back to back/ throat to throat/

My all gold rolly or the

Slangin a coke without the cola

So you told the cops about his distribution of coke

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Show em how low can you go, till overdosed on your coke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke