This is a song about "Gangsters selling illegal booze"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Highly illegal medicine resides in my blunt

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

And it ain't news that my brews enthuse dudes who abuse booze

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Keep it coming, booze, weed, hookers, im buying

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

One time for the girls with the right shoes

I sit to drink water as though it were booze,

Weed smoke, booze and violence

When you spill out hits

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Looking at the streets seeing everyone illegal