This is a song about "Dealer"

See me i'm a dope dealer

And i just want to hold her

That i will leave earth with her

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

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

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

Drug dealer on the right

New school, old school outside

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

I ain't talkative neither

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

Takg there money, there getting dryer,im not a drug dealer i dont do deals

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze