This is a song about "Hittin coke off bitchez"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Hittin' up a few raves hopin' i might misbehave

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

That's a joke probably from all this coke

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

Parallel on the other side

Hit the coke when you write,

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

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

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