This is a song about "Lines of coke"

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

I'm spitting kinds of wicked rhymes, know i've got the sickest lines,

Welcome to organized side of real lines

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

You a sweet nigga like a bottle of coke,

Indubitably i'm too street

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

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

Coke? back of my mind tellin me know thanks to the smoke

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Lines-of-a-god, no replicated pod.

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

No heinous stroke of coke, but rock-a-puddle soaked

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost