This is a song about "Dirty drug dealer"

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Or maybe even a drug dealer

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

Cuz i'm a twerker fresh up out the dealer all them fine

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

The life of a drug dealer, lives down the drain

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

"yo it's cool you're a drug dealer too"

Always got that dank weed like a dealer,

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

They sendin' beats for a fuckin' feature

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer