This is a song about "Sale"

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

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

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

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

And why the hell am i locked in jail

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

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