This is a song about "Barry the drug dealer"

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

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

The life of a drug dealer, lives down the drain

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

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

Right flows down and they might go nice

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

I work hard for everything i get

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,