This is a song about "Sale"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

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

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

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

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

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

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Spending too much time having rocks for sale