This is a song about "Del sol"

Hopin' that my niggas see

//who sell drugs to feed their family

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Glancing at the cars that you won't even spot

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

When i'm sober i'm a grouch and stay heated like solar

I've been beaten to the ground

I just might throw a big amount

Pain, he's ready for whatever

I was soft so tender

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Afford to sell, we're poor as hell, spare me two dollars,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Guest spot on american bandstand

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession