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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Everyone follow me in this bitch you wrote this high on weed

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

I rhyme like a laptop to get a rap prop

I can rap about facts that matter and rhyme

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Imma make this rap go high by magic

Oh god honey i think he's high on that marijuana weed

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Marijuana hits, weed rap classic

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

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