This is a song about "Selling rock"

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Have you been living under patrick star's rock?

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Im spittin like the rock

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

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

But they dont so i wont so im still selling yell

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development