This is a song about "Gotta make dough for drugs"

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

Whenever im sleeping gotta make sure ion drool

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Limited i'm babyit's young money hadeshome of the mic rabies

The pain is horrible and for michael i gotta make it through somehow.

I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I can sell you some too if you're lookin for drugs

Is when i sit back and wait for the drugs to pile

I know they gon' see me unless they senile