This is a song about "Sale"

No barging, nigga that's a bargain

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

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

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

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

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

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

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

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale