This is a song about "Selling meth because im the club with my homies"

Will somebody please show me how

My records selling out the stores now

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Been riding with my homies since day one

And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Got my shirt off the club too packed

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug