This is a song about "Selling harion"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

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

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

But along only schemes they was selling us,

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise