This is a song about "Selling drugs"

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Look in the scope, my people still a target

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Its like selling the devil your soul

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

And get me some more drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

But along only schemes they was selling us,

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

They’re selling pies, telling lies, we’re just simply spitting lies,