This is a song about "Sale"

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

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

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

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

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

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

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel