This is a song about "Selling drugs"

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

Amen, they say you only live once

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

I've got muslims calling on jesus

But along only schemes they was selling us,

Open up your contacts then scroll

Its like selling the devil your soul

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry