This is a song about "Slingin"

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Slingin you over the shoulder: heart to heart

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Hungry, thirsty, d'evils got me slingin' rock, sellin' pies,

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Maybe i'll start slingin weed to support my dream