This is a song about "Drug dealing homicide"

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And how it feels to feel that feeling

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

That i'm better than any kinda drug

People dying all day homicide suicide its just the role of life,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Ignorance is much worse than homicide

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried