This is a song about "Dealers"

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

The drug dealers hit the street running the pavement.

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

When deep inside drugs are the only appearance, 10 a g, you're dealers

Here the dealers of hate await

Low income no bills getting paid

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

We #sell #that #dope #shit on the grind, and we ain't talkin' 'bout dealers,