This is a song about "We robbed the drug store"

An alias to suit the suit top he rocked from this crude snob he robbed

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

They robbed us in the end

Hold my tears i tried my best

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

If yall aint get it, the store is a front, front is a store

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

Got the villainy in store, causing injuries galore

Everybody listening can suck my dick in spanish

We went from street kid drug heads to wearing cartier sunglasses