This is a song about "Selling"

One night, i was selling some rocks

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Except for selling tree but between you and me

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks