This is a song about "Selling to stay alive"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds

I used to sell dope.. but now im selling out

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Where did my time go? i let it fly

As i stay alive you can say a lie

Rappers selling they soul just to get some fame.

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

I stay alive till the day i strive