This is a song about "Sales and customer services"

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

And stop playing hide and seek,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Same customer...i hussle to live...i smoke to get by even tho i love this high..

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

And their mothers and fathers

To war with the coppers

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes