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

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

Step on the busses hear the ruckus, and the smell of cocaine/

Give rap cpr n cocaine, and alive came the game

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

But i'm still fuckin these bitches,

Babe you know it gets no better than this

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Man, fuckin wit dis nigga get them bitches giddy

On cocaine to try and cover up her pain

I rather give you my last to see you live again

While scheming on hits

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens