This is a song about "Sell weed"

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

You sell yourself for better jobs

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Fly as ricky steam boat

Used to sell dope up on the bloke

So i can sell drugs,doing my deals

I give bitches dick and leave

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

The revolution will proceed

It's apart of her goal

●i dont fucking sell my soul

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

You sell yourself for better jobs