This is a song about "Dealers"

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Driving my car to a foreign place

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

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

We’re americans, not crack dealers, criminals, and blatant fools,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

It's mystical, the way them dealers got the swimming pools,

The dealers made that shit into crack and they cooked it up,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck