This is a song about "Dope dealers"

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Everybody look at suddenly dope!

Ha, running rebel on another level

All these dealers sayin' that they flexin' the metal,

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

It's mystical, the way them dealers got the swimming pools,

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

Lyrical genius, my flow so dope

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,