This is a song about "Dealing weed"

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

Mortal kombat cause im dealing out a fatality

This is no trial, this a closed case

Weed and rapping weed in jays

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Cus i been dealing drugs since i was a little kid

Who be puffin that weed

Nightmare on any street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet