This is a song about "Sales and customer services"

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles

What i do, through and through and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Got shows on top of shows

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

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

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

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

So you finally got the nerve

And their mothers and fathers

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed