This is a song about "Selling crack"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Snapple fact: you rather wack

For what for cookin crack

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

But they dont so i wont so im still selling yell

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

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

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how

So i went out, sold that crack

When that money calls i holla back