This is a song about "Selling crack"

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

Got you gassed about the pump, selling jewelry as well?

This is like love, that you can never get

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

You got reason to brag

For what for cookin crack

Its like selling the devil your soul

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

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

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

All of us will eventually crack.

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust