This is a song about "Selling harion"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Probly from selling or doing drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Its like selling the devil your soul

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Wearing bally's and gold, i'm selling dope shameless to say

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Will somebody please show me how

My records selling out the stores now

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

To make karma come faster than she normally will