This is a song about "Sell"

I sell and eat human meat

What do i really need

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

You act like you sell records kid, you're makin me laugh

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Momma just unaware that i sell dope,

It's apart of her goal

●i dont fucking sell my soul

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

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

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Nigga tryna sell give him a week