This is a song about "Sell a satsuma"

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

I cant sell my soul to the devil cuz i gave it to a homeless prick

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell a bit

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I rap just to pass time mat ta fact i used to sell records for a dime,

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

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

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

I'd take a bullet an i'd even sell my soul,

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Well, that's what you are

My records sell, yes sir