This is a song about "Drug dealing and money"

But now we must get money and stay from drug

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Takg there money, there getting dryer,im not a drug dealer i dont do deals

And, yeah, we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels

Call my rapping a drug and start damaging your brain

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

Be set back, i dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

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

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Thanks to me your a drug fiend and going insane

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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