This is a song about "Sale"

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

And why the hell am i locked in jail

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

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

Hit the block like a postman with mail

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

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

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

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