This is a song about "Dealers"

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Dealers lace the rock on vacant plots, forsaken blocks, it,

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

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

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose