This is a song about "Girls weed dealing"

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Fuck feeling exposure i'm dealing over us

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Who be puffin that weed

The revolution will proceed

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Now it's time to eat

Somthing that i just cant dealing

And this will be the song that we sing

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Cassidy your different from other girls