This is a song about "Sales marketing"

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Hearts darker than black i did this for a marketing act for the views

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets