This is a song about "Hittin coke off bitchez"

And if i want to go outside

Hit the coke when you write,

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

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Motherfucker this is forever dope

The street slang i be speakin in code

I think that i need some diet coke,

Hittin' up a few raves hopin' i might misbehave

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

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

Exclusives, y'all never seen

A disease, involves me hittin that green