This is a song about "Gun dealers"

Dealers still hit me up, "i've got some haze

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Dealers lace the rock on vacant plots, forsaken blocks, it,

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Dealers walkin’ a tightwire in the public housing projects,

In the car with a gun,

He’s tha only one

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

They had a hell of a run

I love to pull out my gun

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league