This is a song about "Indie developer"

I need my respect, you can keep all the features

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

See i give you my life, to mix it up in a blender

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

When deep inside drugs are the only appearance, 10 a g, you're dealers

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Who only knows how to flow like a dopey keyboard marketer

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Yo those dealers near your house don't supply no heat,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet