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

I used to sell dope.. but now im selling out

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Imma best sell this shit at some thugs, and check out my tongue//

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

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

I can't do this no more i'm gonna zone out

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route