This is a song about "Sale out rappers"

I still knock rappers out, hear the bell ring

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

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

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

Have all the rappers calling me out all spit a rhyme

Is it possible at the same moment in time

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old