This is a song about "Lines of coke"

Conserving the same lines for too long of a time

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Scat porn with corny lines consistency of grits

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

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

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

Welcome to organized side of real lines

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

You a sweet nigga like a bottle of coke,

So snort this coke and choke and smoke the bowls of dope and overdose,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes