This is a song about "Sell"

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

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

Sell you to the rich for cheaper than a pair scissors,

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap

But don't fall asleep

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Used to sell dope up on the bloke

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

If at all, now your a pawn of the bullshit they sell.

My records sell, yes sir

Are you perfect motherfucker

Run around town, looking for a guy that sell that tree,

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy