This is a song about "Lines of coke"

You a sweet nigga like a bottle of coke,

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

So you told the cops about his distribution of coke

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

I confide shameful thoughts inside all of these lines.

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Conserving the same lines for too long of a time

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

Velocity of my lines astonishing the biggest of minds/

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise