This is a song about "Slang people"

I dont have job but im makin thousands only cuz i slang weed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I'm a savior to these people,

Cause this album pack enough evil

Where's some good shit to slang,

I put that shit on my man

Or music you gon slang to

If your man can't keep up wit you

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Slang some lean and pills so i can pay the rent

Oh, why do i live this way

People stared everyday

The root of all evil

Inhabit the minds of people