This is a song about "Hittin coke off bitchez"

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

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Top ranked, number one my son

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Just need doritos and a diet coke,

If skill was health you'd be on coke

I put it down your throat

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

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

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Hittin' up a few raves hopin' i might misbehave

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Hittin' prime time like channel 5 specials