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

We #sell #that #dope #shit on the grind, and we ain't talkin' 'bout dealers,

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Your pullin on my hair

No, not on top but down there

Hop in and let me test drive

Crackhead on drug supplies

Oh yes i kept on rolling

Why not me the same thing

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

Never lookin for a handout

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate