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

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

Smoking weed and listening to rap

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Fiends high as a kite, coke whiter than that captain kirk

I'll take her home and do her like homework

I rhyme like a laptop to get a rap prop

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Every rhyme that i rap is a signal of an expert

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

Indubitably i'm too street

Im high as a bitch smokin weed