This is a song about "Coke cola"

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

I guess you'd probably choke on a cup of coke

Slangin a coke without the cola

It go microphone check, one, two, yola

That's a joke probably from all this coke

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

These shows be packing tight

Hit the coke when you write,

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

I put it down your throat

If skill was health you'd be on coke

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Snort that coke that looks like a kleenex