This is a song about "Dope sell a"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Funking , dope fein/ a sinful , physchotic life , a path chosen for

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

If stories went on scales i'd have a lot to sell

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

We #sell #that #dope #shit on the grind, and we ain't talkin' 'bout dealers,

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

If at all, now your a pawn of the bullshit they sell.

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Run around town, looking for a guy that sell that tree,

Since i was left with no hope

Used to sell dope up on the bloke

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Can't find a real job,so they sell dope out of town then face extradition

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position