This is a song about "I got that dope"

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Whatever you need, know i got that

I stay with in a shell of hope that my rhymes will stay dope

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Coz yeah,i'm that guy,the dope dealer

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Dope smoke i love that / lungs filled till they packed

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Plant my lyrical seed ,and watch my flow sprout, got that dope sound,

Where the only crew to move that dope, i spit so fast, the beat so slow,

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

I needed to release, a dope sickness that spreads like a disease

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

But make sure if they do see

Not bad using that dope money