This is a song about "Rollin on drug dealers"

Then going on a drug binge

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Drug dealers are on every corner news stand and sell there,

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

My lyrics are a toxin, its quite rotten but bitch i'm a spartan rollin on dubs like a

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I used to talk to her for many hours rollin' on the floor.

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

Rollin with my dogs i'm chiefin' on some long beach