This is a song about "Marc s coke"

It go microphone check, one, two, yola

Slangin a coke without the cola

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

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

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

So you told the cops about his distribution of coke

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

You a sweet nigga like a bottle of coke,

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

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

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

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke