This is a song about "Selling art"

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

Soft white the art i twine

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

But along only schemes they was selling us,

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Thinkin those nameflips are totally "hard", but raps suppose to be art

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

And that maybach, let me take em way back

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

But i would travel through art

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

One night, i was selling some rocks