This is a song about "Hustling dope fiends"

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Don't try to hate on dope

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Pussy motherfuckers leanin' like codeine fiends, he's mean,

The fiends supply the shady

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

So take the stage just show me what you got

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

I'm sharper than shark teeth

Cause i'm murderin' these fiends

Hustling tryna make this p

Mama made her pretty

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Fired up first, you struggling incapable of hustling

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,