This is a song about "Garage sale"

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

After every show, a dream she hold

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Garage open, this moment is golden

And garage for what i'm driving.

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

I'll go for a record sale at the auction,

And non-nigga friends got it with him

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Like a small garage in your backyard