This is a song about "Doing lines of drugs"

Not drugs but the coin of course

Where would i be without my dogs

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Doing all these drugs, pour it up, smoke that chronic

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Sometimes i find the epicentre of my lines

Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

My ghetto’s full of tough brainless thugs who taking drugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few