This is a song about "Sale out rappers"

Every time i pull then out, it just makes rappers madder/

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

No telling how many rappers

Better yet they work my every nerve

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

These rappers tappin out but i'm not lettin go

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,

Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail

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

I've spilled the blood of rappers before hopsin's out of bed/

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead