This is a song about "Sell a satsuma"

You pull up in parking lots

You sell yourself for better jobs

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

My records sell, yes sir

Pain, he's ready for whatever

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

The twin towers fell

Take it, leave and then go sell

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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