This is a song about "Gun powder and coke"

Hold on you can see my vision

Grab my knife and my gun

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Just need doritos and a diet coke,

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

See, i like the person that you are

He drinks too much coke and speaks with a stutter,

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

That's the window into the sky

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Good love then i can do that for her

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

I earn constant feedback, i don't earn for coke and crack

A space encounter serving paste and powder

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her