This is a song about "Hustling and drug money"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey?

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

And i been hustling all day, this a way, that a way

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray