This is a song about "Saling drugs"

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Bonding over our love for drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks