This is a song about "Move that dope"

We #sell #that #dope #shit on the grind, and we ain't talkin' 'bout dealers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I have dope rhymes that will leave you surprised

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

Used to do so much dope and coke, that i'd grab you by the throat,

And my niggas say that dope is fake

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

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

But they don't know that such a dick move is stupid forever,

Cause i change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender

Got racks you don’t understand

Still move on that time has passed