This is a song about "Drug money"

Rub my back, then let me lay

Drug dealers til this day,

Her love is like a drug

Uh ha, you know what

Or maybe even a drug dealer

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

But now we must get money and stay from drug

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap

Then going on a drug binge

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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