This is a song about "Sell drogs"

Momma just unaware that i sell dope,

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Young thug, sell nugs, like you trynna run the game right?

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

//those forced to sell their bodies and hustle to provide

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

//who sell drugs to feed their family