This is a song about "Drug slingin"

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

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

I know you're mad, but so what

Fuck you, i'll just do some sorta drug

You can't even pull off a drug bust

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

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

Shes addicted to me, like im her drug

What, what ... project shit what

Her love is like a drug

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Or maybe even a drug dealer

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

What you know about this life