This is a song about "Selling em spectrum xrays"

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Make it sound too dope i ain't selling it

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Its like selling the devil your soul

Let's put it on cruise control

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how