This is a song about "Sell"

I tried to sell my soul, the devil couldn't afford it

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Momma just unaware that i sell dope,

When we not in summer

My records sell, yes sir

Watching for hollow-tip shots

You sell yourself for better jobs

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Teleporting to varrock to sell some shit

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

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

I never hugged no corner

My records sell, yes sir