This is a song about "Women drugs police dealing snitches"

With plenty of money and women

So now she picks up the gun

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

U prolly the one callin police

I'm caged up in state prison

Looking at these women

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

Applause the healing while she's still dealing,

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Somthing that i just cant dealing