This is a song about "Gun powder and coke"

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Tear 'em up, each and every son, with any gun,

Time to go lets load up the coke and cream

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Acting like you smoking crack, are y'all on coke and smack,

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

He drinks too much coke and speaks with a stutter,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

A space encounter serving paste and powder

A nay-sayer livin off dreams and hope he clings to dope and coke,

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Thank god i was smokin' crack all day and doped up on coke and smack