This is a song about "Snorting coke and shooting up preschools"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

He's way too fucking busy snorting coke up his nose?

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Stir up coke rock like a robot and it's hot, you ain't even know it,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

Haha no i won't cause those are just dudz from a retard hyped-up on coke.

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,