This is a song about "Sale"

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

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

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

Nah, i ain't gonna be embedded in jail

And why the hell am i locked in jail

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

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

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

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him