This is a song about "Your drug dealer"

Your esteem's out of wack like a dealer shame it seems that life's grass's isn't greener

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Coz yeah,i'm that guy,the dope dealer

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

That i'm better than any kinda drug

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Me and you were perfect, your love is my drug without the inject,

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Or fade to white; new favorite drug?

I know you're mad, but so what

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze