This is a song about "Selling soul cheap"

But along only schemes they was selling us,

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

The life expectancy don't come cheap

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Yea i'm missin some sleep

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

No a/c cheap car to do work

I'm why baby fathers kirk

Your bars were cheap and far from neat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Rappers selling they soul just to get some fame.

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again