This is a song about "Delivering sales"

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Delivering a crushing blow, have you gushing from places you didnt know.

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Delivering a knock out punch to the illuminate.

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Delivering raps with large blast causing internal brain blast,i'm always leaving

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records