This is a song about "Selling harion"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Except for selling tree but between you and me

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Make it sound too dope i ain't selling it

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement

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

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane