This is a song about "Selling weed"

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Have no souls indeed

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Spb dont fuck around with no 8 balls we selling keys

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

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

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

But they dont so i wont so im still selling yell

But along only schemes they was selling us,

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus