This is a song about "Drug dealing"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Somthing that i just cant dealing

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

My block, that's right! heh