This is a song about "Coke money"

Time ain't on her side

Hit the coke when you write,

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Try this: no thanks i smoke dope nd ur snortin coke

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

When he thought he could do this was he on coke

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

You a sweet nigga like a bottle of coke,

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

From hustler rappers bragging about selling the whitest coke,

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

If skill was health you'd be on coke

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke