This is a song about "School drug dealers"

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Our vision never changed, we self made

Here the dealers of hate await

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Dealers walkin’ a tightwire in the public housing projects,

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

N schooled by killers i got my mathmatic skills frum the realest dope dealers...

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Bitches is artificially duck

That i'm better than any kinda drug