This is a song about "Sell"

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Momma just unaware that i sell dope,

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Open up your contacts then scroll

●i dont fucking sell my soul

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Run around town, looking for a guy that sell that tree,

That i will leave earth with her

My records sell, yes sir

Sb nike's, with the grey box

You sell yourself for better jobs