This is a song about "Selling cocaine"

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

So we can live again

One night, i was selling some rocks

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Cause some of you bitches funny

Pcp, cocaine and ice set me free

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

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

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Your match is made, now stutter and quake, like you did cocaine

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame