This is a song about "Sale"

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Don't steal my words just cuz they ain't for sale,

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

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

And non-nigga friends got it with him