This is a song about "Selling to stay alive"

The bittersweet of life, of life

Or lucky to be alive

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

Snapple fact: you rather wack

You stay alive motherfucker, you owe me a beer

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Swerve never stay alive, foot ain't on gas right now

I apologize i don't recollect your name

Rappers selling they soul just to get some fame.