This is a song about "Selling cocain"

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Spb dont fuck around with no 8 balls we selling keys

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Timmy got his bike stole

Its like selling the devil your soul

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

They’re selling pies, telling lies, we’re just simply spitting lies,

But they dont so i wont so im still selling yell

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell