This is a song about "Sell"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

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

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Teleporting to varrock to sell some shit

You act like you sell records kid, you're makin me laugh

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

My records sell, yes sir

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Sell you to the rich for cheaper than a pair scissors,

I tried to sell my soul, the devil couldn't afford it

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

You sell yourself for better jobs