This is a song about "Sale chicks"

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach

That’s what i call a fairy tale

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

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

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

Just thirsty chicks tryna see the d

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Whats it like when you fuck chicks with nice figs

Strumming my pain with his fingers

And chicks dig my tongue twisters

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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