This is a song about "Garage sale"

My peoples sale rock, & cell blocks, got us shell shock

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

At a high scale naw they're not for sale, so sinister its straight from hell

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

I need a 17 car garage

You pull up in parking lots

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

And why the hell am i locked in jail

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Looking through the window from my cold floored garage