This is a song about "Sale sharks"

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

Half my raps discarded i'm meaner then some sharks is

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Like i be killin all these sharks

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

But even then there are sharks waiting to feed.

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

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

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

Son i'll send you to the bleachers feed you to the sharks burn you like leeches

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this