This is a song about "Smoke and deal"

I only roll with the real

Purp and patron can seal the deal

U went to the cops and played "lets make a deal"/

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

The real muscle in the message of that

Ill just go back and deal with crap

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Smoke emitter, and i'm bitter/

I smoke mad blunts and drink a lot

I fucking hate this job

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

And all you half cock bitches ganna deal with it,

Who the illest and what the deal is

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

I'm lussus est a deo, and that's what i'll use to make sure i get the deal.

Okay so i'm not trying to make you cry so i'm going to end it here.