This is a song about "Your not dope"

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Your lucky not a casket

With these macs i've got a bad habit

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Not bad using that dope money

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I'm the next to blow, bro i'm dope, man just test your nose

Life has put her to the test

Overflow of dope to your chest

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

It messes with your head, it makes you someone that your not,

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

You not gone find your peace