This is a song about "Barry the drug dealer"

By the altered consciousness caused by drug over dosage.

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

The drug dealers hit the street running the pavement.

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

Coz yeah,i'm that guy,the dope dealer

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Our vision never changed, we self made

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I'm 8 ballin with your dealer and he knows my last name get the fuck out

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Or maybe even a drug dealer

Life’s a bitch and i feel her