This is a song about "Selling rock"

Its like selling the devil your soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

One night, i was selling some rocks

Cause baby you're my rock

I gotta know if it's real or not

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Probly from selling or doing drugs