This is a song about "Dirty drug dealer"

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

My past gives m.c.s a rap seizure

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Coz yeah,i'm that guy,the dope dealer

He is a drug dealer, nigga its what you choose,

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

And i just want to hold her

See me i'm a dope dealer

The life of a drug dealer, lives down the drain

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her