This is a song about "Drug dealing gangs guns"

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

Told you camp lo was my favorite

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

That i'm better than any kinda drug

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

That i'm better than any kinda drug

We're young and we don't give a fuck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

That i'm better than any kinda drug

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens