This is a song about "Lines of coke"

So you told the cops about his distribution of coke

Never did i pedal coke but tony lewis said i'm dope

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

When i get my hands on nines

I confide shameful thoughts inside all of these lines.

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Don't tire me out if i run out of lines

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

This is everything that we call hype

Smokin' bowls of dope, but still these heads will choke and coke,

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

My rhymes are dope like lines of coke, to reach me gotta climb a rope

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