This is a song about "Like pure cocaine"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Bars filling paper, lines like cocaine from a news anchor.

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Like a politcian on a proposition of pure repetition,

Spitting pure fire, saliva burning like napalm

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

But i'm addicted like cocaine, yeah i know it's lame

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

So i was addicted to cocaine,

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Painting a picture of pure imagery.