This is a song about "Coke drip"

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Hit the coke when you write,

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

And im all water fresh, i'm drip droppin don't take it wrong

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

I spit rhymes so profound it make your clit drip

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

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

Slangin a coke without the cola

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

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

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

I failed in life more coke i bought