This is a song about "Coke weed bitches"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

You a sweet nigga like a bottle of coke,

New school, old school outside

Hit the coke when you write,

Just need doritos and a diet coke,

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Show em how low can you go, till overdosed on your coke

There's no coke to worry about nigga x3

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds