This is a song about "Dealing weed"

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Lookin' for these better days

Applause the healing while she's still dealing,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

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

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

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Cus i been dealing drugs since i was a little kid

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Hustle needed maybe i should be dealing more,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

Put up and smoke that weed,

I don't know defeat