This is a song about "I m gonna sell out on this weed"

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Everyone follow me in this bitch you wrote this high on weed

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Mix it, did you get it? i sell this n' never falter

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Maybe i should sell out and go platinum, here the trumpet sounds,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Your the only one thinks this is funny and trying to sell me out

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Love the game know this is coming from a different place