This is a song about "Sale"

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

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

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

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

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

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

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade