This is a song about "Selling harion"

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Except for selling tree but between you and me

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

One night, i was selling some rocks

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

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

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

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again