This is a song about "These slits on coke n meth sluts"

Acting like you smoking crack, are y'all on coke and smack,

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Like your mom on coke i won't quit until i die.

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Man i am so tired of these damn sluts

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

After them sluts are thrashed call the next few up and bring em while these are leaving

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Angry like if i was on coke, i'd stillpunch lines

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

To soho, baby milo so dope

When he thought he could do this was he on coke