This is a song about "Im a cocaine dealer"

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

I'll take your lines then sniff em like a whiff of some cocaine dust

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

More money that mean less sleep

Sniffing cocaine 7 days a week,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Your esteem's out of wack like a dealer shame it seems that life's grass's isn't greener

And i lost a couple over crack cocaine

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Couch. he reached in and pulled out a little baggie and this is where the cocaine

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Then some lady named billie holiday

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day