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

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

"yo it's cool you're a drug dealer too"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The ones who wanted their family to have a little money

Takg there money, there getting dryer,im not a drug dealer i dont do deals

And, yeah, we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

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

I make food for the family, go back to insanity

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Cool young kings trying to make a name houston is where we came

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Trying to make money so my family could eat

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine