This is a song about "Barry the drug dealer"

Our vision never changed, we self made

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Sedated from testin different medicine i've invested in

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

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I ain't talkative neither

Or maybe even a drug dealer

By the altered consciousness caused by drug over dosage.

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

Cuz i'm a twerker fresh up out the dealer all them fine

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

The spiritless servants who died from the drug submergence/

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about