This is a song about "Mccoy got traded"

Me and you i think we should ride

I got that powder, i got that white

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

I don't wanna leave the house i got

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Got mary jane, i got mary jane.

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Immortality like i have got

As long as we're cooperating with god

No one winning chance you even got

Because the skills you lack…i got,

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

But sadly they're all i got

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

The memories we've got,

I gotta know if it's real or not