This is a song about "Wheelieng bikes rolling on drug dealers ragging round beamers pullin out blades"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

The drug dealers hit the street running the pavement.

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I pullin out my d, see, i just wanna be free,

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Rolling with my yankees hat on