Cocaine the 500 million dollar white lady, not too elegant to sleep around the ghetto. Which is fueled by the white standard, fives and tens change hands, from the addicted man to the pusher man, damn jus brought a lex coupe compliments from the white bit*ch. Coke and her sister crack compromised, capitalized, sodomized black love. I look over my shoulder in my hood cuz I don't know who has a oral fixation for the inhalation of ready rock. Peanut, she used to be fine, now she stoops down in dark alleys. On the business end of somebodies business. The flavor of di*ck goes nicely with the taste of base, find a good lawyer beat a dope case. This triple beam queen likes to be sexed in many ways. Chopped up fine and snorted. Heated up and injected. Or crystallized, realize this bit*ch will get inside your head. Taking junkies to 60,000 feet dropping them in a free fall with no parachute. Dropping in a emaciated drug related hell of jonesin for the next high. Hey rockstar does hits on the pipe give you fifteen minutes of fame or fifteen minutes of shame. Pimped in a game where the players live in far off places. While Peanuts baby cries on a stained mattress. Fiendin, cuz Columbia flows through his tiny veins. Just can't get enough of the white lady's French kiss, and they say just says no. The white lady walks the streets. And they say just say no, the white lady owns the streets...