This is a song about "Your drug dealer"

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

The life of a drug dealer, lives down the drain

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

"yo it's cool you're a drug dealer too"

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Call my rapping a drug and start damaging your brain

Her love is like a drug

I love you though i'll still fuck

Or maybe even a drug dealer

You know...you know who you are

Takg there money, there getting dryer,im not a drug dealer i dont do deals

And, yeah, we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels