This is a song about "Dea"

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

The dea and the cca made a deal

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

Sweet, okay makes sense

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Dat pakistani gold be what they growin, the dea still not knowin'

Dea intercepted the package, doa, yall still sittin home watching rachel ray

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way