This is a song about "U cant sell dope"

Used to sell dope up on the bloke

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

Cant smoke more weed than us we smoke dope like big bales of hay

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I trust no man, you cant win but u aint joining me

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

You just cant match this, a psychopathic with tactics u aint ready yet bitch go practice!

I've got nothin' to worry about

I used to sell dope.. but now im selling out

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Cant handle cause knowing me u might get smack upside your head