This is a song about "Selling the"

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Except for selling tree but between you and me

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

I'll shove bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development

Its like selling the devil your soul

Let's put it on cruise control

Now you only selling bars, under the cash register. don't hate on me,

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Selling weed by the trees if your friends with the enemy than ya best be leaving

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything