This is a song about "Selling weed"

Spb dont fuck around with no 8 balls we selling keys

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

They’re selling pies, telling lies, we’re just simply spitting lies,

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

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

Who substituted for this weed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack