This is a song about "Lobola negotiation"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Takg there money, there getting dryer,im not a drug dealer i dont do deals

My learning word process is still being continued

Where's my inhaler? i think i'm gonna puke

The life of a drug dealer, lives down the drain

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Concepts keep you listenin, wishin that you could process

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I made the beat then murdered it that's why i'm on trial,

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

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

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Prospects to rule the projects, process is complex

Your esteem's out of wack like a dealer shame it seems that life's grass's isn't greener

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her