This is a song about "Snort"

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

So snort this coke and choke and smoke the bowls of dope and overdose,

Snort that coke that looks like a kleenex

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Snort up some motherfuckin cocaine,

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Snort it 'till i'm numb 'till i can't feel myself

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Only thing around here is like my flow dope, if they dont shoot they snort it out

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

Or snort a line of coke through my nose and not have to worry if my mom finds out.

Put the purp in the blunt

So i snort another line and

I snort all of them, giving me the adrenaline, to keep going this ain't fin,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation