This is a song about "I got that dope"

I stay with in a shell of hope that my rhymes will stay dope

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Whatever you need, know i got that

The jager in my cup is licorice black

If you're not really here

I got that mass appeal

He was dope as fuck, it was crazy how absurd he got,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

No receipt nigga i got that

Twista finna get up on the track

In the club like fuck it, though

I got that gold cemetery flow

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Dope smoke i love that / lungs filled till they packed