This is a song about "Selling x rays"

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

His venom he spray, reaches like beams of energy rays

Niggas hiding behind that screen like some rays: gamma

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development

Of everyones time, we want to build diffrent kind of rays

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Forgettin' 'bout my grades while i'm soakin' up some rays

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

You rap about selling weed and money schemes