This is a song about "Sell"

//those forced to sell their bodies and hustle to provide

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

If stories went on scales i'd have a lot to sell

Afford to sell, we're poor as hell, spare me two dollars,

On to college, im always on the yard like farmers

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

I sell and eat human meat

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

If u asked for the price for my soul its not for sell

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

I killed more time, more crack to sell

//who sell drugs to feed their family

Third ward general, young cash money