This is a song about "Gun dealers"

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Dealers walkin’ a tightwire in the public housing projects,

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Better yet they work my every nerve

Drug dealers, rapists, and murderers

But girl you got me open

You talkin bout toting that gun

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Ok i hear you talkin

Grab my knife and my gun