This is a song about "A local drug dealer who is trying to make money for his family"

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Like a myme trying to get his point across moving his lips.

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

For a little boy like you who goes to his mommy and makes a fuss

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

It's hard trying to lose a drug or drinking addiction

Gain respect by stealing everything from a man trying his best to work for a car

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The ones who wanted their family to have a little money

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

The life of a drug dealer, lives down the drain

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Listen to me, i'm trying. don't judge me for who i am.