This is a song about "Sellin bars"

Cause his toys are better than what yo sellin on the street

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

This shit is irrelevant, these drugs i'm sellin em

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Underground rappers hate us for sellin' out 'cuz we dominant,

You cant even handle 2 bars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Hungry, thirsty, d'evils got me slingin' rock, sellin' pies,

I be spittin the bars,

Bitch got all them booty shots

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks