This is a song about "Garage sale"

Looking through the window from my cold floored garage

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

It's a catastrophy to feel the ground quake from the stage all the way to your house garage fucker

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make