This is a song about "Fuckin bitches and doing cocaine"

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Your girlfriend want to follow

And then they started doing blow

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

And i lost a couple over crack cocaine

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

Then some lady named billie holiday

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Catch bitches like i'm fishin with a fuckin brass pole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Couch. he reached in and pulled out a little baggie and this is where the cocaine

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again