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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

I keep it rolling with my homies like a (freaking) wheel

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Got my shirt off the club too packed

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Runnin from the system , soon it'll catch up/ my life with the homies/ down for

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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