This is a song about "Cub scouts selling popco"

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Wearing bally's and gold, i'm selling dope shameless to say

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Will somebody please show me how

My records selling out the stores now

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

But along only schemes they was selling us,