This is a song about "Sell it"

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

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

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

Nice try im not gonna sell it aint going to work

Fresh above the water

My records sell, yes sir

Breakdancing to melle mel

Take it, leave and then go sell

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

You sell yourself for better jobs

I sell and eat human meat

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Women at my pole

Sell my soul, price of coal