This is a song about "Dealer"

The life of a drug dealer, lives down the drain

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Sedated from testin different medicine i've invested in

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Your esteem's out of wack like a dealer shame it seems that life's grass's isn't greener

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

Drug dealer on the right