This is a song about "Sale"

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

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

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

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

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

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

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

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

Play this shit while you contemplate

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale