This is a song about "Drug dealers dream"

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

We #sell #that #dope #shit on the grind, and we ain't talkin' 'bout dealers,

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Or fade to white; new favorite drug?

But you know what

Her love is like a drug

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Here the dealers of hate await

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Drug dealers, rapists, and murderers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,