This is a song about "Drug money"

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

You couldn't live your life for the moment

You can't even pull off a drug bust

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Drug dealers, rapists, and murderers

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

That i'm better than any kinda drug

Crackhead on drug supplies

This is how she want to live

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Or maybe even a drug dealer

Drug dealer on the right

Look, now roll my j tight