This is a song about "The weed your selling is shit"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

The shit you do to me is no fault of your own,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

My shit is mean,but the you're the one who wanted to battle now keep your

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Yea i smoke weed, but what's the fuckin shit that you're smoking?

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

Selling weed by the trees if your friends with the enemy than ya best be leaving

And think that selling drugs is the only real way out,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route