This is a song about "Powder"

I know your man ain't lovin you right

I got that powder, i got that white

The ice ain't really nothing to her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

To powder and sniff, you surmount to a whiff

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I know everything cause i got power, no more pushin' powder,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Packin powder and much more in the alleys

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

"contemplate", i wrote about her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

I got that powder, i got that white