Dear coke, what’s the deal, how you’ve been
It been a little seconds since we getting it in
You know I kinda abanded you but you know what
This music shit was promising, Look I’m about to blow up
But I remember huggin strip in my own trucks, tryin’ to get more bucks
dodging them gold trucks
we had it so sewn up, you ain’t get no cut, still you pump for me
You was happy that we both lived conformably
what up with doping them niggas they still getting squashed they had the whole block
itching like the chicken pot, hey yo cook remember we used to get in the pot
Comeing out acting hard how many trees that nigga got 
Like how many ways to get money yah niggas got
And I’ll be down I suppost to six o’clock, but no
It’s been me and my dudes since day one,
we ain't looking for partners, step up the game son 
Sometimes I wonder if you miss me, man I miss you
Even though that life is riskier 
(Cocaine).
My due when push come to shove
The reason all those police clowns looking the club
When they stop the V, heard you’re f*cking with Kiesha 
You let her start f*cking with you, I know whats a brother to do
She was always snipping around, since back in the day 
she of age now she know the mind games you play
I know I got a feelin’ running back for more 
Knowing you dirty ass you probably ran up in there raw
So she open, me I’m still dating this music
Take all my time and these girls ain’t got patience
But f*cking b*tches what’s about with this snitches 
These niggas telling must be a new day
Use to lose your to pays for yellin’ 
glad that I ain't a fellon cause they'll never catch you with me
If they only that you had grew up a quarter a week
I'd of been up on the phone up north ordering briefs
sweat pants and somthing with and chaws on the feet
But they didn't it, could of been different
I thought about that while this kite was being written
(Cocaine).
Guess what I’m tryin to say is I’m done
We had fun, not to sound like jerk but I won
I’m doing things the right way ‘cause you showed me wrong
The people bump my stories when I'm throwing on the song
Imma ride this thing out into the motter gone
And when the road get bumpy I'm still holding on
Till I’m about to the project grass gotta mow the loan
sky is the limit but you know Joe trying to go beyond
But God forbid that I dont work I never went soft, I’m back in the hood 
Picking right off where we left off 
This is a heads up dont count me out dog
If things don’t go right I'm going left like a south claw
back to punching dudes in the face and tryna mouth off
Serveing all the fiends that we trying to get they couch off
Hey yo coke don't forget about the kid 
might need you here one day If I happen to get out the buiss
never forgot where I came from 
where I first started to scoop my little bit of change from (Cocaine)
that’s his name son.