This is a song about "Fart dealing"

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

I work hard for everything i get

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

She say she love me more than anything

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Somthing that i just cant dealing

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I don't think you know what you're dealing with

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

Cus i been dealing drugs since i was a little kid

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

Stop being afraid and get heart, i'm the shit you ain't even a wet fart

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start