This is a song about "Mr dealer"

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

See me i'm a dope dealer

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Mr mathers is the man

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

Cuz i'm a twerker fresh up out the dealer all them fine

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

"yo it's cool you're a drug dealer too"

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Sentence killer equivalent to a hook dealer