This is a song about "Jadin sell"

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I tried to sell my soul, the devil couldn't afford it

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap

But don't fall asleep

//who sell drugs to feed their family

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

You sell yourself for better jobs

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

My records sell, yes sir

I'm a bad motherfucker

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Nigga tryna sell give him a week