This is a song about "Sell"

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

//those forced to sell their bodies and hustle to provide

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

You sell yourself for better jobs

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

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

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

Breakdancing to melle mel

Take it, leave and then go sell

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

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

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

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle