This is a song about "Selling soul cheap"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I wonder if it's because all these drugs were so cheap

These rappers cheap thriften, for a sweet listen

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

Remember your next life bla bla bla bla talk is cheap

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

But along only schemes they was selling us,

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how

If you a freak, i can take you to your peak

Nothing but downhill, now life's a little cheap

The life expectancy don't come cheap

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Maybe you did not read this, but i don't give a cheap

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep