This is a song about "Drug dealin"

Or stock dealin' there's no excuse for the preenin'

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

That i'm better than any kinda drug

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

My block, that's right! heh

All my jeans have three pant legs for dealin with this ordeal

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

I aint a drug addict

My bitches pure thick

Drug dealer on the right

New school, old school outside