This is a song about "Dealers"

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

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

Drug dealers are on every corner news stand and sell there,

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

So when the dealers came hunting i had no place to hide

Here the dealers of hate await

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

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

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed