This is a song about "Dealing weed and money"

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Cause they right down the street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

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

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

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

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I’m way harder than the concrete

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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