This is a song about "Sellin cocaine"

Step on the busses hear the ruckus, and the smell of cocaine/

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

And i lost a couple over crack cocaine

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Sniffin cocaine like sarah palin

I will fracture to a fraction

Make some cash on a street sellin' crack cocaine

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

I've got no fucking energy why do you think i want cocaine?