This is a song about "Hittin coke"

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Hittin you ventrally and stayin away like you had leprosy/

Hittin' prime time like channel 5 specials

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

A disease, involves me hittin that green

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

Show em how low can you go, till overdosed on your coke

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke