This is a song about "Selling crap"

One night, i was selling some rocks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Puts up with mum and dads crap

It's all good, finna dog that

Its like selling the devil your soul

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Twista finna get up on the track

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

There's crack, there's crack

Now let me hear your crap

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

You are crap can't rap keep strap take a nap fake crap...

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

By seventeen selling more then i could handle