This is a song about "Dealers"

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Here the dealers of hate await

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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

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

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

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

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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