This is a song about "Psychodelic drug dealer"

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

Shes addicted to me, like im her drug

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Car with no limit what

Her love is like a drug