This is a song about "Hittin coke"

Top ranked, number one my son

Still hittin plays, thinkin bout the billion

That's a joke probably from all this coke

Ever since then i had no job

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes

Show em how low can you go, till overdosed on your coke

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Hittin you ventrally and stayin away like you had leprosy/

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener