This is a song about "Sniff my roce"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

But girl you got me open

Grab my knife and my gun

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

The club underwater, have em running out the front

I'll take your lines then sniff em like a whiff of some cocaine dust

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I'm fidgeting, get me the ritalin, sniff it and that's it

When you keep em right beside you

Then go and sniff some glue