This is a song about "A hustler who sells drugs and lives with his parents"

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

I don't know who mindvoid is and his connection with

And be a man on who his family can rely

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Hesitates and thinks back to what his parents would say and says fuck it what do

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Who only care about chilling with a blunt and making a mil/

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

He appreciates your support

But i popped his face with the guage and now his death basket is in a closed casket!

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that