This is a song about "Sale"

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

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

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

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

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