This is a song about "He think his dope"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

He knew he was gonna die so he lets out a deep breathe and closes both of his

- his re-up on the dope made him broke.. i'm sellin it

You're very attractive, and notice that

Think about it in the mean time i'm a smoke this dope,

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

Dope as shit and he knows it, a soldier, they're so proud,

Same shit you said yesterday

He can go about his day

Used to find dope in his coat

Up on phrases i wrote