This is a song about "Juggalo drug dealers"

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Drug dealers til this day,

Hit you from a block away

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

That i'm better than any kinda drug

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

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

Shes addicted to me, like im her drug

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Here the dealers of hate await

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid