This is a song about "Fineesing the plug"

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Hoes row got beans in them

Do the math, get the sum

But she took it in his place

The streetz is aint the safe

Got the passion for the music

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Ain't no women at the shows

The more battles the better the flows

In the heat of the summer,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Solid plug/ reverted to drugs because i never received a