This is a song about "Sell drugs"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

You better call cops,coz this drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

What happens when you try to sell drugs on my block

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Let me call that hotel

Take it, leave and then go sell

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

You sell yourself for better jobs

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

True player, cory mo cold as hell

I killed more time, more crack to sell