This is a song about "Selling dope fucking hoes and doing drugs"

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Committing crimes, fucking dimes, doing time.

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

He fought us, got caught up, now selling dope on 21st block corner

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

I stopped drinkin and doing drugs, couldn't believe i did it for her.

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper