This is a song about "Hittin coke off bitchez"

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

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

Always strap so i was alright

Hit the coke when you write,

I'm feeling alright,y'all bitchez are blight

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Hittin it twice for the listeners an get em to say

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

They're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her