This is a song about "Psychodelic drug dealer"

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

Always got that dank weed like a dealer,

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

I'm the dealer your the joker/

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

That i'm better than any kinda drug

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Leaving behind the cold past in a fast dash cause of what these fuckers been

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection