This is a song about "Coke high weed rhyme rap"

I can rap about facts that matter and rhyme

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Sniffing up the coke, but its the bar weed am on/

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

Every rhyme that i rap is a signal of an expert

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Marijuana hits, weed rap classic

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My rhyme got so much rap density

I don't even know how to rhyme i don't wanna rap no more

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap