This is a song about "Dealing drugs"

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

Dealing with backstabber's there was one thing i learned

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening