This is a song about "Selling coke on the low"

If skill was health you'd be on coke

I fucking hate this job

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Sniffing up the coke, but its the bar weed am on/

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

Selling coke to the fiends stuck in my raw ways,eyes always red in the days from

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Stay on the down low rap a fuckin rookie competitor

Your generativity is on the low, your creativity would never show

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

It's so hot when cookin' up the coke rock on stove top,

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock