This is a song about "Dealers"

Dealers walkin’ a tightwire in the public housing projects,

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

The drug dealers hit the street running the pavement.

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

All these dealers sayin' that they flexin' the metal,

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Yo those dealers near your house don't supply no heat,

Dealers still hit me up, "i've got some haze

If he don't show up, think i can take his place