This is a song about "Selling oranges"

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Spb dont fuck around with no 8 balls we selling keys

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Not even oranges, you just sniff and peel

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

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

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Except for selling tree but between you and me

It's a battlejust for tha big money