This is a song about "Sell drug to support my folks"

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

My rhymes may be sentimental but to get this far i had to sell my soul to the devil.

Educate yourselves, of africa

I ain't joke nigga, run back to yo folks nigga,

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

What happens when you try to sell drugs on my block

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

At least i can use my rhymes as a vessel to connect folks on my mental level

Shes addicted to me, like im her drug

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Maybe i'll start slingin weed to support my dream

Or fade to white; new favorite drug?

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Three quarter bills later

My records sell, yes sir