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

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Dream of going back ain't getting your classic cause these days i am feeling back in

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Trying to make money so my family could eat

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Land a wishes an he can finally make money to help his family profit

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Sedated from testin different medicine i've invested in

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Sentence killer equivalent to a hook dealer