This is a song about "White powder"

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

To powder and sniff, you surmount to a whiff

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

Cut the fuckers up black or white

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

Through thick and thin

I need one white coffin

Being a white knight ain't acceptable

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Support the guy with white eyes

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I know everything cause i got power, no more pushin' powder,