This is a song about "Selling pandora"

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

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

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Can barely walk the city streets

Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

But along only schemes they was selling us,

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

You busy selling eighths to make a profit