This is a song about "Selling crap for 50"

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

My verse flow like a wave clean the surface for the naive who used to crap like you have

Cause i aint talking crap

I'm stuck with that

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

We both got mics but i think its best for you selling it

I'mma kill you for fillin my head up with crap

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

You, you, you have to pay for that

Better than the simplest crap

For all the crap, that you did and see

And now that i’m getting money