This is a song about "Sellin bars"

These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

This is just a few bars

Tellin' lies, sellin' pies, hellish eyes keep dyin',

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Where sellin' narcotics is all i know

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Cant get to me, im straight sellin dope to anyone,