This is a song about "Sell bricks to live"

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

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

She likes the way it hits her lips

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Sell his soul to devil to take away b.i.g's health

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Used to sell dope up on the bloke

Satan tried to make me sell my soul, he was no advocate

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

So don't live for no reason live to be happy be happy to live, aim for your freedom

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb