This is a song about "Sellin zanz"

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Where sellin' narcotics is all i know

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

He been waiting for his connection to come

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

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

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Sellin’ crack to the youths, who just take it in,

Make some cash on a street sellin' crack cocaine

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again