This is a song about "Drug mart"

You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Might as well pre pay

Drug dealers til this day,

Because i see right through your disguise

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

I'm a over drug abusing survivor, within glance

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

And by the way i'mma start

That i'm better than any kinda drug

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

I aint a drug addict

Keep the bitches on my dick