This is a song about "Sales"

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

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

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream