This is a song about "Rollin on drug dealers"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Realise that you went overboard on the drug taking

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Dealers lace the rock on vacant plots, forsaken blocks, it,

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

We #sell #that #dope #shit on the grind, and we ain't talkin' 'bout dealers,

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Rollin 60's on the block, ya'll won't live to see another sun

Here the dealers of hate await

We both teenagers with the same mind state