This is a song about "Barry the drug dealer"

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

The life of a drug dealer, lives down the drain

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

The spiritless servants who died from the drug submergence/

Drug dealer on the right

Right side, right side

He is a drug dealer, nigga its what you choose,

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

A loss plus one have fun hun for my gun has just quivered taken a win

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