This is a song about "Cutting coke"

It go microphone check, one, two, yola

Slangin a coke without the cola

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

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

Wino might find yo' sight

Hit the coke when you write,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Cutting the bull like me and the blade double teaming the ox

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head