This is a song about "Sniffin coke"

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

That's a joke probably from all this coke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

Try this: no thanks i smoke dope nd ur snortin coke

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

You a sweet nigga like a bottle of coke,

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Slangin a coke without the cola

It go microphone check, one, two, yola