This is a song about "Sales"

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,