This is a song about "People selling drugs"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

One night, i was selling some rocks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Its like selling the devil your soul

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Bonding over our love for drugs

Amen, they say you only live once