This is a song about "Dandy"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm at home in your pantry, your shits fine it's just dandy

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

They're scrapping in alleys, acting real dandy as the magazines clappin'

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

But only when our fucking lives are fine and dandy.