This is a song about "Dealing drugs"

Dealing with backstabber's there was one thing i learned

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Bonding over our love for drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Amen, they say you only live once

Normally talk about, snorting drugs

Applause the healing while she's still dealing,

Now this is what i call an evening