This is a song about "Hittin coke off bitchez"

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

You a sweet nigga like a bottle of coke,

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

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

Mean alot more to me, check me out

My bitchez. all down to fuk.weed so loud..

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Can’t you see just how long my run

Still hittin plays, thinkin bout the billion

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Hittin' up a few raves hopin' i might misbehave