This is a song about "Sellin molly"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Then i will fuck with molly

Prolly getting high like a popped ollie/popped molly

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Im so hot i got rappers sweatin but they aint popped no molly

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

- his re-up on the dope made him broke.. i'm sellin it

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust