This is a song about "Gun powder and coke"

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

Smokin' bowls of dope and coke, our noses are infected soon,

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Smokin' bowls of dope, but still these heads will choke and coke,

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

He drinks too much coke and speaks with a stutter,

A space encounter serving paste and powder

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Destined to win, get respect where i live

I'm not even on coke and i spray rhymes