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

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

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

But conflicts they keep on growing

Oh yes i kept on rolling

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

The drug dealers hit the street running the pavement.

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Man we pullin' out like jack rabbits out of magic hats,

Dealers lace the rock on vacant plots, forsaken blocks, it,

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Drug dealers are on every corner news stand and sell there,

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

She wasn't faithful, always out creepin' round

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

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