This is a song about "Coke lines"

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

So you told the cops about his distribution of coke

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Sniff coke, drink coke and rum, smoke some, become a bum, then take the sum

I call it speaking tongues

Snort that coke that looks like a kleenex

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Where rules get followed

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

There's no coke to worry about nigga x3

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

That's a joke probably from all this coke

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat